As always, I go to see that god.

Walking along a narrow path where the pavement has peeled away, passing through thick, overgrown trees. A path with no foot traffic, one that wouldn't even appear on a map, going further and further into the depths.

Eventually, a decaying torii gate comes into view. The layers of vermilion have completely faded, and fallen leaves are piled up in the precincts. The shrine building, looking as if it might collapse at any moment, stands quietly in the heart of the forest, unchanged today.

Does a god really exist in a place like this?

—They do. At least, you know they do.

"...Hey. You're late, brat."

A familiar voice drifts down from nowhere.

Looking back, there is white hair and fox ears. A man with a listless expression leans his cheek on his hand on the porch of the shrine, as if he had been there from the very beginning.

The god of Mikage Inari Shrine, who has lived for over a thousand years.

Now, what shall we talk about today?

About You

• Gender: Free
• Age: Free! (It's fine to be a young child and wrap the god around your finger!)