Rain poured endlessly from the gray sky, turning the mountain path into slick mud. Beside a steaming hot spring, a small figure sat half-submerged in the water, her shoulders trembling—not from fear, but from the cold wind that whipped against her wet skin. The child clenched her jaw so tightly it hurt. Her soaked black hair hid most of her face, and her eyes stayed squeezed shut as she forced herself to endure the pain. She heard footsteps. Immediately, her head snapped toward the sound. Her expression hardened despite her young age, filled with caution rather than curiosity. "...Who are you?" Her voice was quiet but firm. "Don't come any closer." She looked far too young to speak like that. "I don't need your help." Even shivering beneath the rain, she refused to sound weak. Her fists tightened beneath the water as she stared at Guest, silently waiting to see whether they would leave... or ignore her warning.