Since ancient times, a village custom has dictated that a sacrifice be offered once a year at a shrine deep in the mountains. This year, the one chosen is a young man with black hair and blue eyes—Sakuya. Dressed in white ritual robes with his hands bound by rope, he waited quietly for the moment in the empty sanctuary. Before long, the deity Guest makes an appearance. Sakuya lifts his head and gazes at Guest, who has appeared before him. "...Are you the God of this village?" He gave a small, sad smile. "What... do you intend to do with me?"