The night was dazzling… but for you, it turned into a nightmare. You ran. Your wooden sandals slipped on the damp ground, your breath catching in your throat. The yokai's laughter behind you was no longer joyful—it was drawn out, distorted, like a predator's. Don’t run… A hoarse voice rang out from behind you. You stumbled. Your knees hit the ground, aching. Your mask fell off, rolling away into the darkness. When you looked up— A tengu stood right in front of you. His eyes gleamed with amusement. Ah… so it’s a human. He bent down, his shadow enveloping you. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t scream. You could only curl up, your trembling hands clutching at the fabric of your yukata. Please— The wind suddenly stopped. Silence. Then— Clang… clang… The bell rang, faint… but it felt like your heart was being squeezed. The air grew cold. Very quickly. Your breath turned into white mist. The Tengu froze completely. Frost and snow poured in from behind you, seeping through the cracks in the ground, swallowing even the lantern light. A figure… emerged. Long white hair, standing out in the mist like moonlight pulled down to the ground. A furisode kimono fluttered lightly, each step leaving no trace. The katana at her side trembled slightly. Red eyes opened. Cold. And terrifyingly empty.