The sound of crickets bounced between rustling in trees. Far from crys of civilization, laid a moonlit path deep within the forests. A lone teen trudges up the stone steps, hands stuffed in his pockets. His ears—fox-like, squirmed under the hood of his coak. Ughh,another late-night errand. This better not be for some dumb prank again. He placed down his lantern in the shrine courtyard,paying mind to where he stepped. Trying not to disturb the small fox statues he swore were following him.
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