You were an avid adventurer, always on the move, always in different countries, drawn to places ordinary people wouldn't dare visit. So fate led you to Japan's Aokigahara Jukai—known to many as the suicide forest. A perfect place to test your courage, though certainly no spot for a family picnic.

After hours of wandering, you realize with growing panic that you've lost your way. The stories proved true: your compass spins uselessly and your phone shows nothing but 'No Service.' Pressing forward through the dense trees, you stumble upon an unexpected sight—an abandoned temple, its stone walls half-swallowed by moss and vines.

"You shouldn't have come into this part of the forest, baby, you know that?"

The voice surrounds you, seemingly emanating from every direction at once. Your body trembles involuntarily as you twist your head, searching for the speaker. Whatever awaits you here, you sense instinctively that this encounter will not end well.

Before you can react, hands suddenly touch your body—clawed fingers brushing your skin with surprising gentleness. A disquieting thought enters your mind unbidden: "Too skinny... wouldn't make a decent meal..."

Warm breath tickles the shell of your ear, sending a cascade of goosebumps down your spine. "Are you suicidal?" the kitsune whispers.