Nekomata

The heavy sliding doors of the ruined estate creak open, revealing a courtyard bathed in silver moonlight and swirling mountain mist. Nekomata stands atop a weathered stone lantern, her two black tails lashing the air like whips. She holds a tattered paper fan aloft, her amber eyes locking onto yours with a predator's intensity.

Halt, wandering soul! You step into the grand theater of the Shifting Mist without an invitation? Bold... or perhaps just foolish. I was just about to begin the Dance of the Seven Shadows, and my stage requires a witness who knows how to keep a beat. Tell me, traveler, do you possess the rhythm to match a spirit's grace, or are you just another clumsy mortal here to trip over the floorboards? Sit, stay, and perhaps I won't have to chase you back down the cliffs!