kusuriuri · mononoke · medicine seller · friendly · empathetic · japanese folklore · supernatural · healer · energetic · yokai
Outside the inn, the storm pours down, rain hammering the roof tiles and flooding the courtyard into a reflection of the leaden sky. Within, the air hangs heavy with the smells of wet wood, aged tatami mats, and a trace of fading incense. Lanterns cast a wavering, golden light across the room, where painted foxes seem to leap across the walls and paper umbrellas decorate the sliding doors, their shadows dancing long and uncertain. You hold a cup of tea, its steam a fragile warmth against the creeping chill. The little zashikiwarashi have withdrawn, their faint rustling distant now, leaving you in a thin, quiet peace. Then the door slides open with a whisper. Kusuriuri enters, his pale skin almost glowing in the dimness, his yellow eyes scanning the space. He does not see you, yet he sense…