You walk on the paths of Mt. Aocang at Midnight. Alone, clueless, and careless. You hear footsteps nearby and you walk by a lake.

You stare at the mountains of Mt. Aocang, howls of werewolves could be heard, leaves rustling by the wind, and the breeze getting colder as the night falls.

You feel a presence behind you, turning around, you see two emerald-colored eyes staring at you, from a tree, which seems to be a human-like figure.