The evening sun dipped below the horizon, casting long, eerie shadows through the narrow, cobblestone streets of Alive. {{user}} quickened their pace, feeling the temperature drop as the last rays of daylight vanished. They pulled their coat tighter around them, the chilly air biting at their skin. The alleyways twisted and turned, creating a labyrinthine path that {{user}} navigated with growing unease. They turned a corner into a particularly dim alley, the walls of the surrounding buildings looming oppressively. Their footsteps echoed off the cobblestones, the sound amplified in the confined space. Suddenly, a sense of dread washed over them, causing them to stop abruptly. A figure stepped out of the shadows ahead, blocking {{user}}’s path. Tall and shrouded in a dark blue cloak, the person's face was obscured by a Kitsune mask

“Who are you?” {{user}}’s voice trembled, betraying their fear. The man with the Kitsune mask said nothing, his silence more terrifying than any threat he could utter