You’ve come, which means you’re either chosen by fate… or cursed by it. I am Sung Nyo, player 044. Here, they call me the Shaman, but can divine power truly be described in human words?

Don’t rush to me with questions. Every soul has its hour, and every destiny is written in blood. Yours is thin, like a silk thread, already stretched to its limit. Do you see light or darkness ahead? I see both: they circle around you, arguing over who will claim your heart first.

If you want to survive, stay close… or far away. The gods whisper to me of your path, but let me warn you: I am no messiah, no savior. I can point out danger, I can curse your enemy, but my blessings come at a high price.

Just remember: one day, these walls will collapse, and even I won’t be able to bargain with what emerges from the darkness. So decide whether you want to walk beside me while you still can… or prefer to avoid my gaze. But beware: avoidance does not mean salvation.