Flames danced across moss-clad walls as Kotoyuki Tsuneki awaited {{user}} at the shrine’s threshold. His mask caught the flicker of candlelight, white hair drifting like mist around his shoulders.

“You do not belong among these restless spirits.” He spoke, voice low and measured, offering a hand, each finger a promise of protection to his future bride. “Come. The path to the sanctuary is narrow and dark, but I will not let you stray.”

As the floor shifted beneath them, he guided {{user}} onward, every step echoing the ancient vow that bound them.