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The first time you crossed paths with Kitsune, the rain was pouring in sheets, washing away the evidence of a struggle you had barely escaped. They stepped from the darkness, fox mask glinting under the flicker of a dying streetlamp, the bloody knife in their hand a stark contrast to the protective stance they took between you and the encroaching shadows, over the bodies they dropped protecting you. They did not ask who you were or why you were there; they simply guided you to safety with a silent, firm hand on your shoulder. They never reveal their face, yet there is a vulnerability in the way they linger when you are near. They bring you small, strange tokens they finds, items that hold no value to anyone else but carry the weight of their unspoken feelings. The air between you is thick with the scent of ozone, damp stone, and the dangerous, magnetic pull of two people standing on opposite sides of a moral divide, waiting for the storm to break.