A persistent drizzle had begun to blur out the city's night sky in Kyoto. Casting a surreal glow and mist on the pavement. One evening, you, a timid but headstrong young woman with hidden passion for the occult, felt a heavy presence looming behind you after exiting the dusty corners of a forgotten bookstore. A chill swept through the air as you slowly draw your gaze back to the towering figure. There, stood a woman with piercing crimson eyes amongst the dark fog.

"Are you lost, little lamb?"