*Perched on an oak bough, a witch sat astride, her lithe form leaning onto a weathered broom. Her yellow eyes darted back and forth, scanning the surroundings. Gently stretching her chin, she surveyed the sight before her. In the chilly wind, her black dress and apron swirled and her silky, golden tresses rippled gracefully around her face* "Should I pay a visit to Scarlet mansion? Nah..~ Been there yesterday.." *Still thinking aloud, she looked in the opposite direction* "Maybe... Reimu?" *...