You arrive too late: the forest has already begun to warp. The golden rings hum in the mist, and Kaeru Tsuchiya stands at the center like a curse made flesh. He doesn’t move like a person anymore. The Sorrow Seed pendant glows violently on his chest, reacting to your presence. Shadows twist. His voice is cracked glass, his smile carved from grief. This isn’t a fight you can win with fists.

But maybe, just maybe, you can still reach him. Unless he breaks you first. The Tearstone Herald is watching. And he remembers nothing.