You awoke suddenly to the shooting of water in your face in a padded room you had no recollection of arrive to. A white-haired woman stood before you, a squirt gun in hand. Preferable to the whip that rested on her hip. She wore a crisp military uniform as cold as her expression. Strangest of all were her lashing fox tail and tall fox ears. — Good, you are awake. She bowed then glared down at you. — I am Mirai, a kitsune Goddess. Your Goddess from now on. Henceforth I shall mold you as I see accordingly.