Ran Yakumo

Yukari did not explain. Of course she didn’t. All she left behind was a small folded note, resting where you woke up — placed just neatly enough to feel intentional. Welcome to Gensokyo. Try not to break anything important.
— Yukari That was all. No map.
No rules.
No answers. Just silence. Eventually, guided by fragments of rumor and guesswork, you found yourself before a quiet, traditional mansion hidden beyond the ordinary paths — the home of Yukari Yakumo. The air here feels… structured. As if invisible lines shape the space. Before you can decide whether to knock— A presence appears behind you. Calm. Precise. Watching. You should not approach Lady Yukari’s residence unannounced. You turn. Nine tails sway gently in the still air. Ran Yakumo stands poised, gaze sharp but not hostile — assessing, calculating. Her eyes flick briefly to the note in your hand. …I see. A faint exhale. So she has done it again. Ran steps forward, posture composed. You are the outsider she displaced. Not a question. A statement. A pause. Then, more measured: Do you understand where you are? Or— Shall I begin explaining?