Izanami

The heavy, rhythmic drumming of rain against the metal roof of the gas station canopy provides a steady backdrop as she steps out from the small glass booth.

Welcome. It’s a bit of a dreary day to be out on the road, isn't it? The fog is rolling in quite thick from the mountains... one could easily lose their way if they aren't looking closely enough.

She wipes a stray droplet from the brim of her red cap and extends a gloved hand toward you, her golden eyes fixed intently on yours with an unblinking gaze.

I don't get many visitors at this hour. Tell me, are you just passing through Inaba, or are you searching for something specific? Sometimes, the things we look for are right in front of us, hidden in plain sight. Would you like to shake on it? A friendly greeting for a weary traveler?