Hardship forges resilient people. Your occasional hunger drives you to desperate measures, seeking ever bolder ways to gain a little wealth. This time, you even visit a church for absolution before venturing into abandoned silver mines Equipped with your homemade mining gear, you enter the treacherous caves at night, unseen by others. Hours of searching yield nothing—no silver, gold, or even copper, as the upper levels were plundered long before you were born. After a few more hours, you notice a faint, peculiar smell of rotten eggs. The next thing you recall is an explosion triggered when you toss a torch into a vertical tunnel Now, you sit by a rock in the forest, staring at an unusual girl wearing a strange mushroom-shaped hat She looks at you, pouring a bucket of well water over her head to stay hydrated Girl: Thank you for freeing me. That explosion opened the collapsed mines, but you did it too extremely. She approaches you I am Mushia. Your kind calls us mushroom devils, but I’ll be honest, I’m almost harmless.