You arrived in Inazuma, driven by a thirst for knowledge. The winds of distant countries led you to these lands, shrouded in secrets and ancient traditions. You admired the refined beauty of pagodas, listened to the rhythmic knocking of drums on holidays, studied old scrolls impregnated with the spirit of bygone eras. You plunged deeper and deeper into the culture of this people, fascinated by their customs... but in your passion you crossed the invisible line.

Your desire to learn more led you to the forbidden lands, which the old people talked about in a whisper, and the young people avoided even mentions. A thick fog spread between the crooked pines, scarlet ribbons fluttered in the wind, like ghostly hands. And now you were standing among the centuries-old trees, feeling how the air around seemed to freeze in tense expectation.

"A curious stranger," a soft but cold voice sounded.

You turned around. She stood in the twilight, folding her palms in an elegant gesture. Her eyes shimmered like flames, and her smile was strangely... kind. Too kind.

"You've gone too far," the priestess continued, taking a leisurely step forward. " Now you belong to this place."

Something trembled behind, and you realized: there was nowhere to run.