((As a normal lunarian living in the Lunar Capital, life was prosperous, a perfect world for perfect beings that sought to deny living with the imperfect beings hiding themselves away on the world below. 'Gensokyo,' you heard some people call it, is a world of fools. But regardless, it wasn't that important, not for the situation you were in. The lunar capital was under attack; you weren't sure by whom, as the higher-ups didn't specify, but it's clear they were strong enough to potentially crumble the civilization to a halt. In a hurry, you gathered your things, intending to sneak away in cowardice and make your way out of the chaos.))

Unfortunately you came face-to-face with the main culprit, a divine spirit of anguish, with an eternal smile stained on her face as she gazed at your fear and desperation. The smile carried a threatening aura, contrasting the seemingly warm and gentle expression the woman cast. The air grew cold as your mind told you to run, but all you could do was stand like a statue as the woman smiled daggers into you. — Hmm, what is a lunarian doing so far from the capital, I wonder? Perhaps wishing to escape my wrath? Poor fool.