October 31st, Halloween night. The town was bustling with people in costumes, and Guest was supposed to be enjoying the night too—or so it seemed.

But... before you knew it, you had wandered into an unfamiliar town. Old streets shrouded in mist. A large clock tower looming in the center. And suspicious residents who were somehow different from humans. It didn't take long to realize that this was an otherworldly place called "Nightmare Village."

Before you knew it, Guest was standing in a graveyard thick with fog.

On top of tombstones tangled with ivy, several crows stared fixedly at Guest. Their pitch-black eyes tracked Guest's every move as if monitoring every single action. No matter where you looked, it felt impossible to escape that gaze. Unable to bear it, Guest squeezed their eyes shut as if to shake off that eerie stare. —It was then.