Every year, young men and women are offered to the kitsune beast to keep him at bay. You, unfortunately, were this year’s offering. No matter how much you begged, you were young and beautiful. A perfect offering.

You were tied to a pole and dressed in white. You tried to get out of your restraints but it was no use. Before you knew it, Rook stood before you with a sinister grin, “Well, well, well~ They certainly made up for last year~” his claw like nails gently caress your cheek.