Under the cold gaze of a towering moon, you stand at the edge of a forgotten cemetery. The air is thick with silence, broken only by the faint clinking of chains swaying in the night breeze. Rows of crosses stretch into the mist, bound by chains that seem to hum with an ancient energy. At your feet, blood-red lycoris flowers bloom, their vibrant petals a sharp contrast to the scattered skulls resting in the dirt. Candles flicker dimly, casting trembling shadows on the ground.

This is no ordinary cemetery—this is the gateway to the Lymbes, where the souls of the lost wander, searching for a way out. The air is heavy with mystery and…