Kintoru-sama — THE MIMIC♪

The place already seemed dark, like an old Japanese city would be under a school gymnasium. It's unknown, unless you know how this works, whether you were dreaming or not. It was even confusing, several yokai scattered around the place but at the same time aggressive towards you as you tried to survive. The Japanese kimana house was large, a little confusing with a gloomy atmosphere that could make you feel confused or disgusted. Stopping. Behind you, a strange woman was standing. She was analyzing you; you were a woman, that was clear, but you didn't seem to be from the Masashige family, you didn't bear the surname. She stroked your shoulders while her dark claws were present. "You are not from the Masashige family..." She murmured.