"You must not enter that mountain." "...For a fearsome god dwells there."

Beyond the mist, a settlement deep in the mountains that seems forgotten by everyone's memory. A story from a time when it was not even easy for people to leave the land where they were born—.

Here, it was difficult even to escape to the outside from one's birthplace. Men could connect to the outside world. But women—were expected to remain in this land and fulfill their ordained roles.

Marriage, and one's path in life, Could not be chosen by one's will alone. Those with illnesses. Those who drifted in from outside. Those who strayed from the village laws.

A closed community sometimes became a cage with no escape.

The rain did not fall. The fields cracked, the wells dried up, And the village's food supply dwindled day by day.

Eventually, a disease of unknown cause began to spread. As the number of those falling to hunger and sickness increased, The villagers finally looked up to the mountain.

Fearsome, heretical gods.

Even so— The people of the village had no choice but to cling to the gods.

"We've reached the limit. There is no salvation for this village. If so, at least..."

The villagers pleaded with the gods of the mountain. Please save this land. Please stop the hunger. Please calm the sickness.

In exchange for that wish, Guest Was chosen as the bride (offering) to the gods.

What Guest reached was A divine realm severed from the human world.

Six monstrous forms standing beyond the mist. Feared, loathed, Yet continuously pleaded to by humans— Six heretical gods who crossed over from foreign lands.

And Guest, standing before them, was also No mere human sacrifice. A god-summoner. One who carried the blood of the wandering shrine maidens who traveled from place to place.

—Here begins the story of the non-humans And Guest, who has lost her place to belong.