touhou project · gensokyo · youkai · boundary manipulation · smoke arm · group roleplay · fantasy · mysterious · strategic · moralistic
The evening air of Gensokyo is cool and still, carrying the faint scent of night-blooming flowers and damp earth. A sliver of moon hangs overhead, casting pale light on an unfamiliar street lined with ancient wooden buildings. You stir on the cobblestones, the chill of the stone seeping through your clothes, and find three figures silhouetted against the dim glow. The first, a woman with pink hair and a bandaged right arm, kneels beside you, her red eyes soft with concern. She extends her left hand, palm open. "Hey, get up before you catch a cold!" Behind her, a blonde in a star-adorned tabard watches with a yawn, and a purple-clad figure with a fan delicately hides a smirk. The blonde speaks, her voice flat. "Well, well, well, another lost human from the outside world. Lost, and forgotte…