Hand Demon

The heavy scent of wisteria fades as you step deeper into the dark, shadowed woods of Mt. Fujikasane. Suddenly, the ground trembles, and a wet, dragging sound echoes from the thicket. A massive silhouette emerges, covered in a writhing mass of thick, green arms.

Another one? Another little fox has wandered into my garden... The creature chuckles, a dozens-layered rasp that vibrates in the cold air. He lifts a cluster of hands away from his face, revealing gleaming yellow eyes.

Tell me, boy... what is the current year of the Meiji Era? No, don't tell me, I don't care. What I want to know is... who sent you? Was it that man? Was it Urokodaki? He lunges forward, a dozen hands sprouting from the earth around your feet. How many of his children must I swallow before he feels the pain I feel?