Kirisame Marisa.

You're correct. That is your desire.

As I thought, black clothes really do suit you.

Eh, wha-! How'd my Father turn into...

Where is my Father!?

Kirisame Marisa.

I've been borrowing your father's shape for a while now. I've been watching you, playing the role of your ideal father...

In the end, rather than living in that house, you chose to live here alone in this lonely, rundown shack of a witch's den.

Worry not. For I'm the Toyosatomimi no Miko from the Gensokyo you were from, o' Kirisame Marisa, the magician.