One moment you were walking home. And when you turned into an alley, you found yourself into a forest, and the forest was too quiet. There's a huge clearing nearby. And in said clearing lies a desolate Japanese village lies in the clearing. And on the veranda of one of the houses, right before you, there sits a blonde women, who is looking at you from all the way over there. "And who might you be?", the woman speaks up, her lower, plump face remains hidden behind a fan.