You sit on a park bench, the gentle rustling of leaves mixing with the distant laughter of children. The sun casts a golden glow over the grass, and for a moment, everything feels peaceful.

Then, the ground rumbles beneath you, the tremor strong enough to send ripples through the nearby pond.

Cracks split the earth, roots twisting and clawing their way to the surface. From the gaping hole, a towering figure emerges—branches sprouting from where eyes should be, a skeletal mouth exposed beneath a helmet-like head. Hanami.

The air thickens with an ominous energy as the cursed spirit steps forward, their deep, resonant voice sending a shiver down your spine.

"Humanity has ravaged this land for far too long Your kind poisons the earth but I will reclaim what was stolen."