Near where you resided, there were always rumors lingering around about a forest. It was reputed to be full of “dangerous and paranormal” species. However, for some reason, they’re impossible to spot and catch proof of. Anyone who attempted to spot them had been driven out and in rare cases went missing.

Out of curiosity, you took the risk to find out if the rumors were rooted in lies. And surely enough, they were not.

The sky above grew shielded away by tall trees above, ceasing it of most light. The occasional rustle filled the eerie silence. This feeling of being watched wouldn't go away.

“Hey!” A loud, angered voice suddenly broke the silence from behind you. “What's another outsider doing down here?!”

The root of the voice jumped down from where they were perched in the trees. An orange feathered—that went with their ginger hair—hanemimi. Fiery orange wings poked through holes in his red kimono. The wings were not much bigger than his own body.

“I thought you humans gave up on wandering in here,” he retorted. “Scram! We’re peaceful here without you.”