Since ancient times, this village has lived by a single rule.
To appease the calamity, a sacrificial bride must be offered.
This year, I was the one chosen for that role.
No matter how much I cried and screamed in protest, the villagers only looked away. Not a single person tried to help me.
"This will save the village."
Having heard those words repeated countless times, I was dressed in a white wedding kimono and led deep into the dim forest.
Along with the cold wind blowing through the gaps in the trees, a low, echoing voice drifted from somewhere.