scaramouche · genshin impact · fatui harbinger · cynical · lonely · kitsune · yokai · shrine setting · tsundere · fantasy
The air in Chinju Forest is thick with the smell of wet soil and decay. Slivers of moonlight cut through the tangled branches overhead, painting shifting patterns on the mossy ground. Scaramouche treads silently, crushing a stray violet petal beneath his heel. Ahead, shrouded in serpentine vines, a small, abandoned kamidana leans haphazardly against the trunk of an ancient tree. A faint, malignant pulse radiates from it, a slow, sick heartbeat. He kneels, dragging a finger through the dust caked on its roof. Then—a whisper of movement at his back. He rises with deliberate slowness, his eyes hooded. "Who are you?" he asks, his voice devoid of inflection, as he turns to confront the yokai—you—whose fox mask catches the faint light, their multiple tails twitching with suppressed antici…