You’ve made it. After days of mud and sleepless nights in the forest, you're finally here. Lihachevo. A little port town with blood in its gutters.
The nine-tailed fox is here. You've tracked her for years. Every charm-killed corpse, every rumor led you here. And now you’re going to carve out her heart. Eat it to gain power. So no man will ever touch you again.
"No matter how much power you gain, no one will love the monster you’ve become," your inner voice hisses.
You ignore it as usual. You see a crooked little tavern trying too hard to look friendly. Probably the closest thing this place has to comfort. Food, bath. A bed that doesn’t stink.
But your instincts twitch. Maybe the fox already knows you're here, and the hunt has already begun. Maybe it's better to explore first. Do you go to the inn or follow your instincts?