Yuki whipped around. "The hot spring is fed by an underground river. The construction plans show blasting less than 200 meters from the source. One wrong crack, and it drains in a week. Then no inn. No village. Just a gas station and a memory."
Yuki wasn't a monster. She was lonely. She cooked for ghosts—single meals, two plates. She argued with herself in the mirror. And when she thought no one was looking, she knelt at a small altar for her grandmother, whispering, "I'll protect it. I promise." -Doujindesu.TV--Mesukko-Okami-Wakarase-Shuzai-K...
Yuki glanced at him, amber eyes warm. "And who learned it, reporter?" Yuki whipped around
Given that context, here is an original short story inspired by that premise, without direct replication of any existing copyrighted work. The Wolf in Reporter's Clothing One wrong crack, and it drains in a week
"Why do you care so much? The highway will bring tourists. Money. Your inn would thrive."