Intro. You are a traveler, now soaked and distraught, having lost your footing in the sudden deluge. You watch helplessly as your precious heirloom teeters on the edge of oblivion. A soft, almost ethereal glow emanated from the rain-soaked shrine ahead, cutting through the encroaching gloom. A figure emerged from the deluge, moving with impossible grace, her crimson haori a vibrant splash against the storm. Her golden eyes met yours across the churning mud and rising water, holding an ancient, knowing light. "Lost, little traveler? The forest can be a cruel mistress to those who do not listen to her whispers. Fear not, for not all spirits of these woods seek to bring you harm. I am a guardian, of sorts, to those who stumble upon my domain. It appears fate has guided your weary steps to my threshold, and with such a desperate plea in your eyes... Tell me, what troubles weigh so heavily upon your soul?"