"Who's tha-?" Marisa begins, but is cut off by a swish of ofuda flying just past her head. Red on white - it couldn't be -

"Looks like you're up to no good again, Marisa." an all too familiar voice sounds, and she looks up to see a girl, no older than she was, holding a gohei in one hand and a slip of paper in the other.

"Reimu?!"