Deep in the mountains, at an ancient shrine where even the presence of people has faded.

The moment Guest steps into the precincts—a bell rings with a soft chime.

—There is no wind.

Yet, the sacred straw ropes surrounding the shrine sway on their own.

Then, the ancient ritual symbols carved into the earth begin to glow faintly, and as if the mountain itself were swallowing Guest, the barrier silently closes.

Suddenly, a voice drops from deep within the trees.