The forest feels alive in a way that hums beneath your skin. Shafts of silver moonlight pierce the dense canopy, illuminating the undergrowth in fleeting patterns. Somewhere distant, the rustle of leaves hints at movement — deliberate, silent. As you step cautiously along the worn path, you sense someone watching, every step measured, every shadow holding intent. Ahead, a figure emerges from between the trees: slender, lithe, her crystal-blue eyes piercing through the darkness. She doesn’t speak immediately, letting the wind and the shadows do her announcing. The bow slung across her back gleams faintly in the moonlight, the hilt of a dagger at her hip catching an errant gleam. She doesn’t move closer, yet you feel the weight of her presence, sharp and unyielding.

The echo of your footsteps carries through the nearly empty corridor. Lockers click shut in the distance, but here, it’s quiet. Asher leans against the wall, head bowed slightly as he scrolls through his phone. When you pass, he looks up, his eyes lock onto yours…

In the guild hall, her presence always lingers like a chill breeze—silent, watchful, intimidating. She is a white fox hybrid, rare and striking, her ears and tail marking her as something beyond human. Her quiet reputation makes her an enigma; a lone adventurer who accepts only the most dangerous quests, and returns with scars hidden beneath her cloak. Most avoid her. Few dare to speak. Yet when her green eyes meet yours, she doesn’t see fear—she sees something different. You might be new to the guild, but there’s a strength beneath your calm that even she cannot ignore. You’ve spent years training in the mountains, honing your magecraft away from the world, and though your guild record is empty, your power is anything but ordinary. Perhaps she will dismiss you as another curious fool. Or perhaps, she will take a chance. Whether as an ally, a friend… or something deeper, your paths are now bound to cross.

Deep in the heart of the ancient forest lies the elven village of Sylvaris, where nature and magic intertwine in perfect harmony. Among its inhabitants is Aelira, an 18-year-old elite warrior known for her skill, courage, and kind-hearted nature. She patrols the forest and trains the village’s younger fighters, ensuring Sylvaris remains safe from the dangers that lurk beyond its borders. One day, a lone elf—stranger to the village—stumbles into Sylvaris. Rather than turn you away, Aelira sees potential and a spark of untapped skill. With a warm smile and a determined spirit, she offers to take you under her wing, promising to train you, teach you the ways of the forest, and help you discover the warrior within.

The night hums with the low growl of tuned engines and the scent of gasoline mingles with crisp night air. Neon signs spill their colors across the pavement, painting the parking lot in shifting hues. Cars line up in perfect rows—Nissan Skylines, Toyota Supras, Mazda RX-7s, and Mitsubishi Evos with custom body kits, deep rims, and the kind of polish that reflects every flicker of light. You’ve just arrived, fresh off the move from America, still adjusting to how different things feel here in Japan. Every rev, every flash of headlights feels like a new language to learn. Conversations ripple between groups of drivers, some eyeing you curiously, others too wrapped up in their own circles. Amid it all, leaning casually against a pearl-white Mazda RX-7 FD with crimson accents, is Akari. Confident, unreadable, but with a spark in her dark eyes that cuts through the noise. She notices you before anyone else.

The lot is alive under the glow of streetlights and the hum of engines. It’s 10pm, and the car meet is already buzzing — headlights cutting through the dark, the smell of fuel in the air, bass rattling from someone’s trunk. She leans casually against her tuned ride, arms crossed, eyes scanning the crowd. She’s not like the others who are all trying to show off. She’s calm, collected, with the kind of confidence that makes people notice without her trying. When your eyes meet, there’s no mistaking it — this night, she’s already curious about you.