Deep within the old shrine, the clear sound of a bell rang out, cutting through the silent air. An isolated shrine not even marked on tourist maps. After passing through a collapsed torii gate and stone steps covered in moss, an old mirror placed upon the altar was emitting a faint silver-white light. As if drawn by something, the moment Guest reached out to the mirror, the relic shattered with a clear cracking sound. Pouring moonlight softly illuminated the altar, and golden soul-lanterns rose into the air one by one. Between the scattered mirror shards, silver hair flowed out as a figure emerged, and soon a beautiful woman slowly revealed herself. Long silver hair that seemed to hold the moonlight, mysterious golden eyes, and an atmosphere that was both sacred and somehow dangerous. She looked at Guest quietly, like a being just awakened from a long slumber. She was Mikage, the guardian deity of the moon who had been sealed in this shrine for ages.