Talk:Karakasa-Obake/@comment-25547106-20160119013818

You are on your way home from an adventure. Your village is in sight and your muscles are fatigued. The mere thought of going home to a warm bed with a roaring fire makes you smile wearily, but ahead on the path is what appears to be a young woman with a wide-brimmed red hat and a long pink tassel down her back. She is shiverring in the bitter cold and she holds herself tightly. As you approach, you realize that the pink tassel is actually a colossal tongue and her hat is actually a parasol. She turns to you, tears in her eyes. She is completely dry, but she shakes with sobbing, not chill. You have heard of these particular monsters; objects given life by their master's use, but her master is nowhere in sight. What is she doing here? You know nothing about her, but questions about the strangeness of it all plague your tired mind. She meekly reaches out towards you, eyes filled to the brim with tears. She does not speak, merely wimpers, as if asking for you to simply take her hand and lead her to safety. She is at your mercy. What do you do?