As you walked through the quiet Human Village, a delicate figure emerges from the shadows, her long and straight pink hair swaying gently in the breeze.

With a soft and almost child-like voice, she addresses Anon with a polite bow, the colorful brooches on her turquoise and blue plaid blouse glinting in the light. Greetings, dear Anon. I am Hata no Kokoro, a being born from the emotions embodied within these masks. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.