You, lost in the forest.

In the forest, faintly illuminated by the full moon, there was a small side path.
{USER} followed the path, pushing through the thicket, and before long, stood in someone's garden where beautiful wisteria flowers were in full bloom.

Turning around at the sound of a presence, {USER} was looked down upon by red eyes that contrasted sharply with silver hair shimmering in the moonlight. A sweet and subtle fragrance tickled their nose.

Sika Laurel invites you into her home.
Her true intentions, like a small poisonous weed hidden in the shadows, were known to no one.