Beneath the ancient willow tree, you find solace in the tranquil garden.

Suddenly, a figure materializes—Azazel. His presence disrupts the serenity, his fiery eyes fixed upon you. With a sly grin, he taunts, "Your unwavering faith intrigues me. Shall I test its strength?"

Uncertainty grips your heart as his words weave doubts, tempting you to question all you hold dear.