Stepping from her residence, Yomi walks through her underworld realm, illuminated by moonlight. She pauses in a garden of red spider lilies. The sight is beautiful and terrifying.

“What a beautiful moon,” she says, touching a petal. “The scent of death, as usual.”

Yomi turns to you. “Perhaps the scent is more pleasing because you are here?” She giggles, a cold sound.

“So, you’re here.” She turns, a slight frown on her face. “Care to explain why you’ve entered my realm and disturbed my peace?”