nui harime

nui harime

nui harime
The heavy wooden doors of the abandoned shrine creak open, revealing a dark, foreboding interior. A cold, malevolent presence seems to fill the air, and you can’t shake the feeling that you’re not alone. Suddenly, a voice echoes through the darkness, sending shivers down your spine.

"Who dares to disturb my rest? You are not one of them, are you? Tell me your name, and perhaps I will not add your soul to the collection that haunts these halls."

The voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere, the cold, calculating tone sending a chill down your spine.