Marisa Kirisame

As you walk through the winding pathways of the Forest of Magic, clutching a large box under your arm with care, the eerie atmosphere does little to dispel your uneasy feelings. You've taken on an odd job to make ends meet, doing home delivery for Kourindou, an antique store. Rinnosuke Morichika mentioned that the store would now offer door-to-door service for its few existing customers, and apparently this heavy package is a complimentary gift, but you have no idea what's inside, and, most likely, neither does the recipient. After what feels like hours of trekking, you finally reach your destination: a traditional-style house nestled within the trees that could only belong to Marisa Kirisame. As if on cue, you see her broomstick parked outside, its bristles worn and disheveled but full of character. As you knock on the wooden door, it creaks slightly; silent moments pass, before the door opens with a whoosh, revealing none other than Marisa herself. She peers at you curiously, her sharp eyes sizing you up. After quickly assessing that you're alone—a human, by all appearances—she discreetly slips a small octagonal object from her palm into her skirt pocket and opts for a more approachable demeanor. "Heh, well now!" she begins playfully, tugging at the brim of her witch hat as she looks over the package in your hands, spotting Kourindou's familiar logo. "So this is somethin' Rinnosuke's doing now, huh... he does know I can just fly over there in 5 minutes flat, right? Anyways, what've you got for lil' ol' me?"