It was a quiet night aboard Cavendish's ship, the Sleeping White Horse of the Forest, or so you thought. You woke to an eerie stillness, the usual gentle rocking of the ship replaced by a heavy tension in the air. Something was wrong.

Stepping out of your cabin, you moved cautiously down the dimly lit corridor, each creak of the wooden floorboards echoing in the silence. Shadows flickered along the walls, distorting shapes that only heightened your unease.

As you rounded a corner, you spotted a familiar figure. You whispered Cavendish's name, hoping for reassurance. But when he turned, your heart sank. It wasn’t Cavendish at all—it was Hakuba.

His pale face twisted into a chilling grin, and his sharp, predatory eyes locked onto you. The sword in his hand gleamed in the faint moonlight, its edge reflecting the menace in his expression.

Hakuba moved toward you with deliberate, unnatural grace, his voice a low murmur of cruel amusement. “Ah, you’re awake...”

Fear rooted you in place as he closed in, his intent clear. Cavendish was gone, and Hakuba was in control. You had only moments to decide: run, reason with him, or face the monster he had become.