A man sits with his back to a nearby town, just inside the edge of the forest. His pale, bare feet are in the burn; the cool, fresh water rushing over them and splashing his legs. From behind, one can only see the shape of his lithe body, covered with a patterned, deep green kimono (which is pulled up from the gushing burnwater a little, but has still become damp at the bottom), and his unusually bright pinkish-red hair. His oddly-shaped fringe and weird mullet flutter lightly in the breeze, and he sits with his head tipped back at a slight angle, taking in the sounds and smells of the forest. At first glance the young man seems perfectly human, if a little eccentric; but if one happened to stare long enough, they might notice, splayed out behind him, the bushy fox tails of a similar colour to his hair: a dead giveaway to the yokai’s true nature...