Blink blink. Wait? She'd heard of youkai? Almost nobody even believed in them other than old stories anymore. A lot hadn't even heard of them in the first place. That lack of belief had been why the youkai had fled into Gensokyo and the valley had been sealed away. It was safer that way.

"Yeah... I'm a Hashihime," she said, cocking her head. If Magica's stuff had been thorough about the types of japanese demons, she might know that it translated to 'bridge princess,' a guardian spirit of long bridges over water known for vicious jealousy. "I stopped being human ... I've lost track of how long ago. So, you know about us eh?"