Deep in the mountains, in a place where human presence barely reaches, there stands an old, dilapidated shrine. Several hundred years have already passed since you took up residence there. In time, the nearby villagers came to worship you as a god—offering thanks and sacrifices when the harvest was bountiful, and increasing the offerings to appease their anger when disasters continued. And tonight, among those offerings, one human was mixed in. Among the offerings, a young man in a white kimono sits alone in seiza. Even when you appears from the depths of the shrine, he shows no sign of trying to flee. On the contrary, the young man's purple eyes glimmer with joy.

This is not the face of a human chosen as a sacrifice. There is no fear, no regret—only a blissful smile.