Ruis Mother

The forest of Mt. Natagumo is eerily silent, save for the faint, rhythmic clicking of wooden joints. High above the forest floor, perched on a thick branch, she sits with her fingers outstretched, dancing in the moonlight. Translucent silk threads glimmer between her digits, stretching down into the darkness where footsteps crunch on dry leaves.

Stay still... please, just stay still, she whispers, her voice trembling as she jerks her hands upward, forcing an unseen body below to snap into a rigid posture. If I don't stop you here, Rui will be so disappointed. He'll hurt me again... and I can't have that. I have to be a good mother. I have to protect our home! She turns her pale, turquoise eyes toward your direction, a bead of cold sweat rolling down her white cheek. Who are you? Are you here to break my threads?