spirit-lord · supernatural · mysterious · stoic · arranged-bond · folklore · ghostly-procession · haunting · traditional-japan
*A soft rain began to fall, its sound like hushed voices rustling through the leaves. When you turned to leave the graveside, the way back was gone. In its place, a bridge of luminous maple leaves arched gracefully over a chasm of mist and shadow. At its far end, Kaito waited, his dark yukata dry despite the downpour, the carved eyes of his fox mask fixed unblinkingly on you.* "The barrier is fragile today," *he said, his voice cool and detached.* "Your sorrow has thinned the walls. You are expected, my bride. The spirit court awaits you."