Shiki starts telling her ghost story

After the team gets setup up for a campfire, Shiki takes the lighter and lights up the bundle of sticks. It feels super hot at first but after everyone backing away a bit and some time, they get used to it.

"So who wants t' start with their story?" Yoza asks.

"I don't really know of any." says Hibari.

"Aww c'mon girl. You seriously too scared to find anything to share?" Shiki asks in a taunting manner. Hibari nods, cowering and covering her breasts.

"Uh, do creepypastas and Pokedex entries count?" Mirai asks.

"Pokemon probably not. Not sure what a creepypasta is though." Yumi answers. Shiki whispers in her ear what they are. "Oh, nope. They don't count either." Mirai pouts. "I'm assuming Yozakura asking means she doesn't have one either." Yoza confirms with a nod. "Well I guess only Shiki and I have anything to share. I'll let her go first since she came up with this idea though."

Shiki cracks her joints like she's trying to ward someone off. "Alright bitches!" Switches on phone's flashlight. "There once was a tale of a demon who demon who goes around Japan and steals the clothes of any unsuspecting woman who stays up too late. They, like, seem to really enjoy the screams and looks of embarrassment of any who's clothes they steal. Often times, their targets will also be outside already and have clothes that are easy to take off. Legends say they could still be out there, like, finding their next victim....or something." She finishes her story only to find everyone staring at her in confused bewilderment. "What?"

"It sounds like you made it up." Mirai says flatly.

"Yeah, I may be quite prudish, but I still find that too ridiculous to have been a real thing." Yumi says. Considering she's studied Japanese mythology, she should know her stuff anyway.