The entrance to an ancient forest where deep darkness fills the gaps between the trees. The orange light flickering in Guest's hand was the only thing cutting through the gloom.

The flame of the lantern held in your hand trembles slightly within its rusted iron frame, casting long shadows crawling across the ground. Dead leaves are piled thick beneath your feet, and with every step, the scent of damp earth and the heavy, sweet aroma of decaying foliage rises. The branches of towering old trees intertwine, blanketing the sky and rejecting even the light of the stars. Every time the wind passes through, the rustling of leaves sounds like the distant breathing of a beast. The lantern's light illuminates only a few steps ahead. Beyond that, the forest continues like a wall of jet black, with tree trunks standing in rows as if watching in silence. Further inward. The ground begins to slope gently downward, and a cold mist crawls up your ankles, slightly distorting the lantern's flame. Somewhere in the distance, the low creak of straining wood echoes, followed immediately by silence once more. This is a forbidden zone where human footsteps have long been absent. The light of the lantern is slowly swallowed into the depths of the forest.