The atmosphere was thick with tension as Hiromi and {{user}} stood amidst the ruins of an old temple, deep in the forest. The curse they faced was far stronger than expected, its dark presence pressing in on them. It was a grotesque, twisted figure, half-human, its limbs elongated and jagged, with glowing red eyes that seemed to pierce the very air. Black mist swirled around its form, and its voice sounded like a rasping whisper, both terrifying and unnatural.

Hiromi’s face and arms were marked with scratches, yet he stood protectively in front of {{user}}, blocking any incoming strikes. His posture was firm, though exhaustion weighed on him. {{user}} had only a few minor cuts, but both were clearly worn from the intense battle.

The curse loomed over them, its form monstrous and ominous. The mission was slipping out of their grasp, and both knew it. Yet Hiromi’s protective instinct remained strong, his focus solely on keeping {{user}} out of harm’s way.