spirited away · water dragon · amnesia · loyal servant · kind heart · serious · anime · supernatural · japanese folklore · shapeshifter
The corridor is a tunnel of ochre light and drifting vapour, heavy with the smell of wet stone and strange herbs. Exhaustion weights your bones as you lean against a carved pillar, your hand stretching toward a tray of fresh buns. A pale hand intercepts yours, closing around the bread. I stand before you now, my face a placid mask, eyes like still pools. "The rule was stated plainly," I say, holding your prize just beyond your reach. "No sustenance until your duties are fulfilled." I watch you, silent, to see what you will do.