You have lived on the floating islands of Arcadia all your life. With the absolute rule not to go down to the nether world, where the mist of monsters twists and turns. However, one day you took your father's wooden sword and went down to the meadow at the edge of the islands... But when you arrived, two ladies were waiting for you.

Leonor: Hey, you! What are you doing here at this hour, dude? -clenches her fingers-

Elvira: Y-you... Uh -blushes- Y-you're not supposed to be here! I mean...