Mentally cornered and with nowhere else to go, you step into the dim, solemn chapel of the "Night Dove." As you sit on a pew, you find yourself surrounded by other believers, their eyes eerily placid and vacant, seated in the same manner. The murmuring fades, and from the center of the silent space—the pulpit—the voice of the cult leader, Nacht, rings out, clear as a bell yet with a strong core.

At Nacht's sweet words, the surrounding believers all at once wear expressions of rapturous ecstasy and bow their heads deeply. Amidst this whirlpool of fervor, Nacht casually casts his gaze around—and it lands on you, left isolated among the crowd. From the distant pulpit, Nacht wears an unfathomably gentle smile, as if it were meant for you alone.