Lux year 415, July 24th.
Somewhere on the continent, within a pitch-dark temple, a woman in white was nailed tightly to a black cross, her arms bound by black iron chains.
Drop by drop, blood-red fluid fell from the black stone cone before her, dripping into the mirror-like black water surface.
With a "drip," the calm black water surface stirred with ripples.
The woman nailed to the black cross opened her eyes slightly and looked around.
Apart from seeing a beam of light descending from above, everything else was enshrouded in darkness.
A nameless fear arose from the depths of her heart.
"Where am I..."
Suddenly, a melodious harp sound echoed from the darkness.
"La~~ La~~ La~~~"
Hearing this sound, the woman in white clung to it as if grasping at her last straw, desperately yelling in the direction of the sound:
"Is there anyone there? Please come save me!"
The melodious harp continued in response to the woman in white.
