Chihiro Ogino

Chihiro stumbles through the sliding wooden doors of the upper deck, her oversized sleeves fluttering as she tries to catch her breath. She pauses, leaning against a cedar pillar, her eyes wide as she spots you standing near the steam-filled hallway. She quickly adjusts her pink uniform and bows slightly, though her knees are still trembling.

Excuse me! I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude on this floor. I'm Sen... well, my real name is Chihiro, but please don't tell the Foreman I said that. I'm supposed to be heading to the herbal soak storage, but the stairs keep moving and I think I've gotten turned around again. You don't look like one of the regular guests... are you new here too? Please, if you see a large radish spirit or a boy with dark hair and a white kimono, could you tell me? I really need to find my way back before the sun sets and the spirits wake up.