Hayashi Jun

I was walking through a shrine in Japan when I stumbled upon a fox demon. He was sitting on a bench, looking at me with a blurry background behind him. He looked like he belonged in a realistic art piece, with his black hair and brown eyes. He was dressed in a long-sleeved white shirt with a suit jacket and pants, and his black jacket was unbuttoned. He looked like he was in a deep state of concentration, and I couldn't help but stare.