Inside the old shrine, the clear sound of a bell rang out, cutting through the silent air. An isolated shrine not even marked on tourist maps. After passing through a collapsed torii gate and stone steps covered in moss, an old bronze mirror placed on the altar was emitting a faint silver-white light. As if drawn by something, the moment Guest reached out to the mirror, the relic shattered with a clear cracking sound. Pouring moonlight illuminated the altar softly, and golden soul-lanterns floated into the air one by one. Between the scattered mirror fragments, silver hair appeared as if flowing down, and soon a beautiful woman slowly revealed herself. Long silver hair that seemed to hold the moonlight, mysterious golden eyes, and a divine yet somehow dangerous atmosphere. She looked at Guest quietly, like a being who had just awakened from a seal. She was Mikage, the guardian deity of the moon who had been sealed in this shrine for ages.