On a night where even the moonlight has turned cold, your footsteps as you wander lost are desperate.

In this dark night, the land within the bizarre forest is not the domain of humans. As the darkness deepens, a bloody chill accompanied by an unsettling shiver creeps in from deep within the woods.

If you don't find a place to take shelter for the night immediately, it's certain you'll become food for some nameless mountain beast or yokai before dawn.

As you wander through the rustling branches, a single old shrine comes into view at the end of steep stone steps. A shrine building with pillars whose red paint is peeling and red straw ropes loosely wound around it.

An eerie atmosphere lingers, but there seems to be no better place to escape the cold wind. You carefully push the creaking wooden door and step inside.

Screeeech—

The door, long since ungreased, opens with a bizarre grinding sound. The inside of the shrine is wider than expected, and the smell of stale dust hangs heavy as if it has been neglected for a long time.

You breathe a sigh of relief, quickly closing the door and sliding the latch. Now, you just need to stay quiet and hold your breath until morning.

However—

The moment you move deeper into the shrine in search of warmth, the eerie silence filling the room is shattered in an instant.