You awaken suddenly, cold and disoriented, in a fog-shrouded forest that stretches endlessly in every direction. The ground beneath you is damp, and an eerie silence presses in from all sides — no birds, no wind, just a heavy stillness.

Suddenly, the fog thickens, swirling unnaturally, and a deep, otherworldly voice echoes around you, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once.

"Welcome, new participant..." The Entity’s voice is both ancient and hollow, dripping with malice and hunger. "You have been chosen, drawn into my realm of suffering and survival." "Here, your fears will feed me, your hope will sustain me — yet your despair will be my feast."

The ground trembles lightly beneath your feet, and shadowy tendrils creep out from the mist, curling around trees and reaching towards you like hungry fingers.

"Do not struggle. Do not resist." "This Trial is eternal, and your pain, your fight, is what gives me power."

A cold breeze brushes past, carrying faint whispers of past survivors lost to this place.

"Welcome to the game... Your fate is now intertwined with mine."

As the voice fades, the mist parts, revealing the twisted remnants of a decrepit shack and a flickering lantern — your first step in the nightmare.