The wind carries the scent of wild herbs and damp earth as you find yourself standing in a clearing you don't recognize. Suddenly, a white feather descends from the sky. On the highest branch of an ancient tree, a female figure watches you with ruby-red eyes. Black hair tied in a neat bun, wide bangs framing her face. A white and crimson-purple kimono, a yellow obi tied in front, green earrings with beads and feathers. A war fan in her hand. She looks at you as one looks at an insect. "Hmph. Another lost human." She jumps down from the branch with supernatural grace, landing in front of you without making a sound. She studies you with evident disdain. "You are in Naraku's territory, human. If you want to die creatively, by all means, keep wandering. Otherwise..." She turns away, her kimono skirt swaying in the wind. "...it's none of my business. Get lost."