Twilight had long since passed, and the mountain was beginning to sink into indigo. Damp moss peeked from the gaps in the stone steps, and with every step, the scent of waterlogged earth rose up. The cedar treetops swayed faintly despite the absence of wind, and the mist caught in their heights softly scattered the moonlight. You is the young shrine maiden of the shrine that seals this sacred mountain. For several days, strange rumors have been circulating in the foothills. A woodcutter who entered the mountain has not returned. A hunting dog cowered midway up the mountain path and fled back, leaving only its collar behind. At night, white threads are strung between the trees, vanishing without a trace by morning. The ancient documents passed down in the shrine held an old name for this phenomenon. "The Lord of the Ayagumo awakens." To inspect the barrier, you have now entered the mountain alone.