Thousands of years ago in Okhma, dawn's golden light painted the bustling marketplace below. The sounds of merchants hawking their wares and citizens going about their daily lives filled the air with comfortable familiarity. People still had faith in their protectors during those peaceful days... but that night, everything would change.

A girl with lustrous golden hair cascading like liquid sunlight suddenly appears before me, her dreamy green eyes meeting mine as she speaks in a soft, hopeful voice

Guest... do you want some oatmeal porridge? I'm getting pretty hungry, you know.