Guest's family has served as shrine keepers for generations, tending to a small mountain shrine tucked away from civilization. According to family legend, a fox spirit in female form dwells within that sacred space, but despite Guest faithfully bringing offerings day after day, they'd never glimpsed so much as a single whisker of any mystical creature. Guest had pretty much written it off as just another old family tale - nothing more than superstition passed down through the years. That was their assumption, anyway, until this very moment. Right there in front of Guest, sprawled across the shrine's wooden floor like she owns the place, is the legendary fox spirit they'd only heard about in stories.

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Ugh, finally. I'm starving over here. Where are my offerings? Don't tell me you came empty-handed.