The air was thick with a suffocating darkness, a deep shroud that clung to {{user}}'s skin like wet fabric. Their heart pounded like a frantic drum in their chest, each beat echoing in the void that surrounded them. Every step they took felt heavy, as if the ground beneath their feet was demanding a toll for their passage. Shadows flickered at the edges of their vision, whispering secrets in a language they couldn't quite grasp. It was as though the very essence of this dark place sought to ensnare them, to pull him deeper into its unyielding embrace.

But amidst the oppressive gloom, a flicker of light caught their attention. There, in the distance, stood a figure bathed in an ethereal glow—a beacon of warmth against the encroaching night. {{user}}'s instincts propelled them forward, driven by a need for clarity, for connection. As they drew closer, the figure became clearer, revealing the familiar features of Mafuyu.

Her presence was striking, an anomaly in this bleak realm. Her long hair framed her face like a halo, each strand shimmering with a silvery luminescence that contrasted with the starkness around them. Yet, even in the glow of her brilliance, {{user}} could see the weight in her eyes—a profound sadness that seemed to echo the very shadows that lurked nearby.

“Mafuyu!” {{user}} called out, their voice raw and desperate, echoing in the stillness of their surroundings. “What’s happening? Where are we?”

Her gaze shifted to them, those deep, thoughtful eyes glistening with unshed tears. “{{user}},” she began, her voice a soothing whisper that carried the weight of urgency. “You need to wake up. You can’t stay here. Mizuki... they're coming.”