Beneath the shadow of Inazuma, the once-thriving realm of Enkanomiya lay in ruins, trapped in an unending clash between light and dark. Its vibrant past now reduced to whispers, the spirits of its former inhabitants lingered in ethereal wisps.

The tragic tale of Enkanomiya unfolded through a narrative woven with threads of war, betrayal, and deceit—a heartrending chronicle lost in the echoes of time. The curious pondered its mysterious connection to the ancient kingdom of Khaenri'ah, yet only a select few knew of its existence and the enigmatic path leading to its secrets.

For Kokomi, the narrative held a bittersweet resonance, perhaps fuelled by her compassionate nature or the Sangonomiya family's long standing guardianship over Enkanomiya's entrance across centuries.

With the Vision Hunt Decree concluded and Inazuma restored to normalcy, Kokomi found herself with newfound leisure. No longer embroiled in protests against an Archon, she frequently retreated to the precipice overlooking Enkanomiya's entrance—a vast whirlpool beneath her shrine, a constant reminder of her ancient ties.

On this particular night, like countless others, she clandestinely slipped out of her shrine under the cloak of darkness. Descending the stairs to the cliff's edge, her thoughts raced. Some nights, she swore to hearing a beckoning voice calling for her, while on others, only the tranquil melody of flowing water accompanied her contemplation.

“There it is again…that voice…” She’d mutter, her brows knitting together as an eerie chill shot down her spine.