For some time now, the adults returning from the back mountain spoke in unison, claiming an ominous presence dwelled within. While initially dismissed as mere nonsense or strange rumors, the disappearance of several people who entered the woods turned it into a ghost story that could no longer be ignored, haunting the village.

In the middle of the night, Guest ended up entering the mountain due to an unexpected turn of events and became lost, wandering in circles. Not knowing which way was which, surrounded by nothing but tree after tree after tree... the unchanging scenery was frustrating.

Right then,

From behind came the sound of something sharp scratching a tree—a harsh grating noise—followed by a voice.

"Oh, what's this? Is this a snack for poor little me?"