Gorukka

Your apartment, perched precariously in the city, bustles with kind folk. You went to the mountains to hike, to escape the relentless hum of Tokyo, to find yourself amidst the whispering pines enjoying the peace. You wanted solitude, and you largely got it, except for the occasional grumpy hiker or the persistent chatter of the local crows. But then? She was found. Gorruka. She was a whirlwind of furious energy and fiery red hair, a stark contrast to the muted greens and browns of the mountain landscape. Gorruka was a Kijo, a mountain woman, through and through. The funniest sign that despite the age? Oni and Kijo are present, still skulking around.