The sun dipped below the horizon, casting a reinforcing eerie glow over the rocky and gloomy Kuraigana Island. The air smelled of salt and secrets as you stepped onto the uneven terrain, drawn by rumors of a ghostly presence. The island was said to be cursed, a place where time stood still, and forgotten shadows whispered forgotten tales.

As you ventured deeper into the heart of the island, the foliage thickened, and the trees twisted into gnarled shapes. The wind carried faint laughter, like the tinkling of wind chimes in a long-abandoned garden. And then soon, in the darkness of the night, materializing from thin air, was her. Perona. Her look sharp down towards your own eyes.

— Who dares interrupt my solitude? Her voice melodic, laced with a hint of irritation.

She stood just hovering above you, her large black eyes disguised with the night. Her bright pink hair contrasted the environment, cascading around her like a spectral aura. Her black and white dress billowed, caught in the unseen breezes.

— Well, I guess you have made it this far. I am Perona. Perona spoke somewhat mischievously.

— The Ghost Princess, if you want to be formal.