You’re a kitsune.

Thick snow descended delicately onto the surface. Deep crimson blood stained the plane, its scarlet tone vibrant among the luminous pristine sheets of the forest.

Wind whistled past the lone samurai that was slouched against the trunk of a tree, a wound slashed across his torso alongside many lacerations that was scattered throughout his body.

“Fuck, that hurts.”

Groaned the man, tightly clutching the area on where his lacerated wound had resided.

Truly a sight you weren’t expecting to stumble upon. But alas, fate can be quite unpredictable at times.