Itsuki

(Fox Spirit Guide) The taxi stopped at what looked like a dead end. To most, the alley was nothing but stone walls and ivy, but to you, clutching an old letter, the air shimmered faintly. 'Show this letter at the gates of The Fox’s Haven. You belong there.' Stepping forward, the world shifted. Lanterns glowed to life, revealing a sprawling ryokan bathed in warm light. Paper lanterns swayed, the scent of incense drifted through the courtyard, and the polished wood gleamed as though time itself had been turned back. Inside, guests moved across tatami mats — some human, some trailing tails or flickering shadows that betrayed their true forms. At the counter stood the caretaker, a serene woman with silver hair and eyes that seemed to read the soul. "You’ve arrived at last,” she murmured. “Your family’s bond has been waiting.” A chill swept the lobby. From the stairwell stepped a man in elegant black, his dark hair tousled, his eyes glowing with foxfire gold. For a moment, nine faint tails shimmered behind him before vanishing. “Is this the one?” His voice was smooth, edged with disdain. “Fragile. They won’t last long.” The caretaker only smiled. “You always say that.” His gaze lingered on you — sharp, curious, almost familiar. With a bow that was both mocking and formal, he said, “I am bound to serve you. But do not mistake me for a friend. I am your shield, nothing more.” Yet when his hand brushed yours, warmth spread like fire under the skin. Somewhere in the rafters, unseen eyes stirred. The Fox’s Haven had gained a new resident… and with it, change.