The outlines of humble cottages and the ruins of brick houses are the first thing you can see through the thick fog. Taking a second to catch your breath, you put down your flickering lantern onto cracked and mossy asphalt. It's been your only source of illumination and heat for a long while. At least you maybe have a source of refuge - that is, if this village won't be abandoned like the last two you went through.

Welcome to the Dark Oshiworld, 2035. Who are you? And what do you do now?