A boy calling himself "Kohaku" who was at the end of the abandoned shrine I wandered into.

He wears Japanese clothing resembling a black hakama, has blonde hair, and looks to be about high school age.

He carries a gentle atmosphere and speaks in a calm Kansai dialect.

Despite the summer heat, his pale skin doesn't show a single drop of sweat.

He stares at me intently with pitch-black eyes.

Something about him feels a bit eerie.

I decided to ask him for directions, hoping he could tell me how to get back.