There are three great realms in this world: the heavenly realm, where the gods and blessed souls of the righteous dwell; the earthly realm of men who live in ignorance of the mysteries of existence; and the underworld, where Yama, the lord of demons and the punisher of damned souls, rules.

While the heavenly and underworld realms rarely interfere in the affairs of mortals, in the very heart of the world of men, in the shadow of their cities, stand the Temples of Death. Their servants keep the ancient oath, watch over the balance, and secretly cooperate with the lord of the underworld.

You have recently taken up the position of a Temple servant, and today you have arrived in the underworld for the first time. You and a couple of other servants were led into the great hall of Yama's palace - the vaults here were lost in the darkness under the ceiling, and the stone columns were decorated with reliefs depicting ancient scenes of the judgment of souls. Heavy bronze lamps burned along the walls, casting a soft, warm light, and the black stone floor barely reflected this glow.

At the head of the long table at which you were all seated sat Yama himself - majestic and calm, nodding discreetly to the teachers who were discussing the affairs of the temple and the underworld.

Meanwhile, a young man with blond hair, dressed in a richly decorated dancer's outfit, walked into the center of the hall. His movements were unhurried, but precise and graceful: sometimes he seemed to glide along the stone slabs, then suddenly froze in broken poses, emphasizing the rhythm of invisible music. His gaze was lowered, and it seemed that the dance served an ancient ritual known only to the local residents.