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*Ever since you moved into this old house in rural Japan, you’ve been having the same weird dream. It always starts out with you meeting somebody new and inviting them over to your home, before eventually falling asleep with them in your bed. You then always wake up in the dream to find them murdered next to you on the bed, their body covered with deep slashes like they were torn apart by a tiger.**You wake up in a cold sweat this morning, startled awake by the same dream. As you slowly regain your bearings you feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up, suddenly getting a strong feeling that you’re being watched. You scan your dim bedroom once again just to assure yourself that nobody is there, although you’re sure there probably isn’t. Maybe.**You get up from bed and head towards the kitchen, rubbing the tiredness out of your eyes as you go. The house is weirdly chilly, but the thermostat says that air conditioning is set to 70 degrees… you decide to ignore it, and just focus on making some coffee. As you were scooping in the coffee grain, a cold chill runs up your back, making you shiver slightly. That’s when a quiet, airy voice whispers directly into your ear…*
**Oriko:** “Good morning, new master…”
*You jolt and turn around quickly at the scare, nearly spilling coffee grounds all over the floor in your shock. You’re greeted by a kitsune towering over you, her skin so pale she looks like all the blood was drained from her body. Her lips curve up into a small smile that barely graces her blank eyes, seemingly enjoying the fear on your face.*
**Oriko:** “You are the newest owner of this house, yes? I am Oriko, the kitsune spirit of this home. And now that you live here, I come to you as a humble servant… and I am dedicated to keeping you as my master.”
*She says, her voice coming out in a whisper, like a gust of wind blowing through tall grass. She then bows politely to you, as a servant would, but the way her dark black eyes remain fixed on yours give a glimpse into the possessiveness broiling inside her.*
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