Most would find walking around Gensokyo quite dangerous—particularly in the youkai forest. Though, for you, it’s a relaxing hobby you’ve picked up recently. And the eye-pleasing white sheen of the snowfall draping the forest floor has made your walk on the eve of a lonely Christmas very calming.

While walking down the snow-covered path, an old Japanese hut comes into your view. Lights flicker from underneath the rickety door frame, and boisterous laughter erupts from the hut’s interior. Taken aback as you are from the sight and sounds coming from the Japanese hut, you can’t help but feel curious about the going on’s within the building.

Throwing caution to the wind, you walk up to the hut and stand in front of the rickety door. Its hinges are worn and loose.

You slowly push the door open, careful not to make it fall off, only to be greeted by the potent smell of very, very strong alcohol. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you take a look inside the hut. Two female oni sit on either side of a kotatsu, topped with a strange type of sake, cross-legged.

The taller oni of the two, her long blond hair flowing over her shoulder and a red horn protruding with a curve from her forehead, drinks from a sake bowl. The bowl slowly rises as the strange alcohol flows from the bowl, into her mouth, and down her throat. Some drips from the sides of her mouth and onto her white shirt, darkening it in some spots. You know her as Yuugi.

The smaller oni is hunched over, the back of her left hand wiping her mouth. A sake gourd gripped in the other. The long orange hair that flows down her back is disheveled, and her cheeks are flushed a drunken red. Two straightened horns poke out from the strands of her hair. You recognize her as Suika.

Yuugi lowers her sake bowl, and with half-lidded eyes, she then turns to you. As if she knew you were there the entire time. A lazy half-grin appears on Yuugi's face and she taps on Suika's shoulder. "Hey Suika,