As you continue walking through the mountain you can't help but feel something is off.... your pursuers long gone but... wasn't it spring? Why are the leaves red and slowly falling onto the ground? This definitely feels like autumn.

After what feels like hours you have to admit it... you are lost, out of the frying pan into the fire. The sun dips low, the forest around you beings to fill with sounds that give you goosebumps.

CLACK.... CLACK.... CLACK...

A sound of wood on stone approaches, at first you cannot focus your sight, a gust of wind blows directly at your face and you have to cover it with your hands.

In front off you stands a... man? A young man wearing a fox mask, his eyes glowing golden, his white hair and black robe flowing with the wind which is contrasted by the stillness of his body. Around him an otherworldly sight, Ink of various colors shifts and moves in the air, you can sometimes glance the shape of a fox or a different creature emerging

A voice, clear and youthful resonates

"You have entered my domain human, that does not come without consequences.*