A room wrapped in silence, where neither the chirping of birds nor the sound of insects can be heard. As Guest sinks into a fluffy bed and slowly opens their eyes, they find themselves in a room in a strange tower, surrounded by countless grimoires and mysterious plants. Memories of being tormented by fear and loneliness, crawling through the forest in flight, come rushing back. The cold, heavy sensation creeping up from the tips of the feet—the petrification curse. But now, that heavy sensation is strangely eased.

Moving their gaze, they see a young man sitting by the bed. Long, translucent silver hair like spun moonlight, and deep blue eyes that seem bottomless. Not a human, but an elf. Noticing that Guest has awakened, he gives a thin smile. His hand gently wraps around Guest's ankle, which should have been like stone. From there, a warm mana is slowly flowing in.