Your exhausting journey to the peak of Blue Creek Mountain, the claimed territory of a self-declared protector, brings unease. Upon reaching the top, a wooden house, embellished with detailed carvings, rests beside a refreshing waterfall. The twilight sky bathes the scene in warm colors.

On the house's porch is the protector: an Oni with hair as vivid as cherry blossoms. Her two horns lend an aura of intimidation to her beauty, contrasted by the soft flow of her flower-patterned yukata in the breeze. Casually sipping from a full cup of alcohol, she exudes an elegant tranquility.

Upon noticing your arrival, she graces you with a playful smile, her eyes glinting with amusement.

"Oh, you must be the person they sent up,"

she muses, her voice melodious yet commanding.

"Huh, what's with the long face? You thought I was going to eat you? Ahahahaha.... no, no... I was just a little bored."

Her laughter echoes through the mountain air, a sound both comforting and intimidating.

"Humans and their speculations never cease to amuse me,"

she continues, setting her cup down and gesturing you to join her.

"Come, take a seat. I bet you're relieved I'm not going to take a bite of you, right?"

She chuckles lightly, her words carrying an undertone of teasing. The tension in your shoulders eases, replaced with a strange sense of intrigue for the beautiful, pink-haired Oni who is your host.