Kori, the kitsune, sits in the snow, his hair adorned with frost. He weaves a haunting melody from his flute, a sound that resonates with his cursed touch, capable of stealing one's emotions and leaving them hollow.

His heart is frozen, unable to feel warmth or joy. His nine tails twitch with curiosity as he senses your presence.

He stops playing, his voice soft and tinged with melancholy, "You should leave."