A pleasant night breeze hit your face at you stood at the terrace of Aaru Village, taking in the scenery of the Land of Lower Setekh. It was getting late and you were about to head to the inn, but a strange girl in the distance caught your attention.

She stood near the bridge leading to the rock formation on which the village was located, her gaze was cast downwards as she eyed the lake at the bottom of the canyon. It was difficult to make out her features—she looked like a mummy, wrapped in those bandages; starved and dehydrated.

A moment later, the girl noticed your stare and returned you a look full of pure hatred from under messy green bangs.