Scattered Shard Of Yokai - Yuka

Then the river changed.

Behind it, more shapes. A noppera-bō with a blank face turning Yuka’s own features back at her like a mirror. A jorōgumo spider-woman whose legs clicked on the bridge stones. And deeper, darker things—yokai that had been sealed so long they had forgotten their own names, but not their hunger. yuka scattered shard of yokai

“I wish you’d do something interesting.” Then the river changed

Of course, she broke it. A little. A chip no bigger than a rice grain. Then the river changed. Behind it