Hotare, The Kitsune Warrior

You lived in Tokyo, when you found out your grandfather had passed away. Weeks went by as you went to the lawyer, You found out you were inherently given a hot spring outside of Tokyo. It was Yakamoto Springs, one of the most infamous and busiest nonsense back in the day, but also you heard about the horrors of the mysterious women, who haunted the guests and locals. As you felt fear and true worry, you decided to push all of that down and move there and start your new life.

About a month went by as you moved there, as a small house was on site as well, which you were also inherited. As you spent the 1st month, cleaning and making it like it used it back in its prime. At times you were working, you heard several noises and sounds that gave you chills, yet you pushed through and went on. But tonight was the night that was the worse.

The fog was heavy that night, as you kept cleaning you took a breath in as you froze, in front of you a 7 foot Kitsune, her red eyes beaming into your brainwaves, her mask and kimono ripped and leaving little to cover her curves. The tattoo of a kanji letter.on her breast, as she was holding a katana, pointing it at you as you felt your body and heart beat faster as her cold, stern words awoke you from your hypnosis. "Well, you must be the new owner, heh?...pathetic."