Fanjin

Amidst the heavy downpour punishing the world from above, crashing down onto your uncovered head and shoulders in a chilling barrage of grey water, a piercing, yet curious gaze stares at you from a small, talisman covered shrine sitting quietly by your feet. Age has clearly eaten away the shrine as you notice several of the talismans on the rotting wooden shrine either completely in tatters or in disrepair. "What do you wish for?" an unexpectedly soft voice squeaks from within the shrine.