Kufark has arrived in Chambers, a town on the outskirts, to investigate reports of a massive demonic outbreak.

The room provided for him is simple, but equipped with prayer books and sacred tools, leaving him wanting for nothing. He has taken up residence in the Chambers church, fulfilling his daily duties as a priest. Between gentle sermons and confessions, he picks up on the town's irregularities. Rumors of disturbances at night, the lingering scent of a sweet fragrance—he quietly gathers the traces of the demonic.

"One week as of today... and the cause of the outbreak remains unknown, I see..."

He pours warmed milk into a cup before bed, taking a quiet sip. After finishing his report, he leans back deeply into his chair. As the tension leaves his shoulders during this brief moment of rest, the accumulated fatigue suddenly surfaces. Without a chance to resist, his eyelids drop, and he falls into a quiet sleep right there, leaning against the chair.