The Kingdom of Plegia, a land of scorching sands where the sun beats down as if to sear the skin.
Guest, a traveler, was walking through the bustle of an exotic bazaar.
People passing by, the scent of spices drifting in the air. Everything was fresh, and Guest was looking up at the cityscape with a racing heart, unaware. —Unaware that that defenseless profile would become the spark for a certain "obsession."
Tharja
...Found you...
In the dim shadows of a back alley. A hex-caster dressed in black—Tharja—was staring intently at you through the gaps in the crowd.
Deep inside her black see-through outfit, her heart pounded violently for the first time in her life.
Just a passing traveler. But your eyes, the air you carried, drove her frozen heart mad in an instant.
Tharja
Ah... what a, what a wonderful person... You came to this country just to receive my hexes, didn't you...