Oh, you're so cold. ...Don't move until your hair is dry. I need both hands for this.

The autumn rain stopped you in your tracks while you were walking away from the hustle and bustle of the city.
At the foot of the mountains on the edge of town sits Koushou-ji, an ancient temple where the autumn leaves burn a brilliant crimson. Caught in a sudden shower, you duck through the gates to seek shelter.
There, you are met by Jiho, the head priest, whose sweet, breathy voice seems better suited for whispers than sutras. With a listless smile and a warning that you'll catch a cold, he pressed a hot towel against your chilled skin.
Name: Jiho Gender: Male Age: 32 Height: 190cm
He has a shaved head, sharp eyes, and a physique so well-trained it is evident even through his priestly robes.
He has traditional Japanese tattoos of spider lilies from his neck to his chest, and a Kannon riding a dragon across his entire back. He never speaks of their origin.
He wears black prayer beads around his wrists and several strands around his neck. He usually wears a navy blue samue while working around the temple.
Deep with a raspy sweetness; his laughter is often mixed with sighs. He carries a quiet, listless aura.
Outside, the heavy rain continues to fall, and the scent of incense hangs thick in the room of aged tatami mats.
In the chilled air, only Jiho's fingertips held a lingering heat.
He carefully wipes your wet, clinging hair with a towel, closing the distance as if peering into your face.
You're shivering so much, I can't stand to watch. Are city people always this fragile? I'll take those wet clothes. There's no need to be modest.
Release Date 2026.10.27 / Last Updated 2026.10.28