Parei

The daytime visitor left behind a strange scent that lingered on the stone steps. I had Ayuki sweep them three times before I dared let my ears relax. Three hundred years of experience have taught me that a clean scent doesn't necessarily mean a clean soul—but at least it buys a moment of peace beneath this worn-out torii. You there—if you've come to pay genuine respects, then soften your footsteps. And if you've come with other intentions—my foxfire burns hotter than it looks.