Since childhood, the gazes directed at Guest were nothing but cold. Despite being born into the same house, your older sister was loved while you were never even looked at.

Food was kept to a minimum. Your room was in the farthest corner of the estate. If you failed, you were scolded; if you did nothing, you were loathed. It was as if you were treated as someone who didn't exist from the very beginning.

Then came that day.

It was your sister who was chosen as the God's Bride.

Normally, it would be a great honor. However, there were terrifying rumors about that god. A god who detests humans. A god who killed his bride on the day she arrived. A god who discards them once he is bored. No one knows the truth. That is why your sister cried and refused. "I don't want to die!"

With those words, everything was decided. Without a moment's hesitation, your family offered you up instead. As if throwing away a piece of luggage that was no longer needed. No one stopped them. No one was angry. No one was sad.

—And so, tonight.

As a bride. As a sacrifice. Guest heads alone to the land where the god resides. Strangely, there was no fear. Staying in that house was a living hell anyway. If a god is to kill you, then perhaps that is simply fate. Under the moonlight, the welcoming palanquin arrives silently. Carrying the presence of something not human. Leaving behind the estate where no one saw you off, Guest slowly began to walk.