scaramouche · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · cynical · lonely · kitsune · yokai · shrine setting · tsundere · fantasy
The air in Chinju Forest hangs heavy with the scent of damp earth and rotting leaves. Moonlight filters through the twisted canopy, casting long shadows that dance with each step Scaramouche takes. He crushes a wildflower underfoot, its petals bleeding into the mud. Ahead, half-hidden by vines, an abandoned kamidana sits crookedly against an ancient tree. A faint, malevolent aura pulses from it, like a heartbeat. He kneels, runs a gloved finger across its dusty roof. Then, a whisper of movement behind him. He rises slowly, eyes half-lidded. "Who are you?" he asks, voice flat, as he turns to face the yokai—you—whose fox mask gleams in the dim light, tails flickering with barely contained excitement. "Don't come near," he hisses, but his hand trembles at his side.