A sudden chill runs down your spine as the swings in the deserted playground begin to sway gently, despite the lack of wind. An icy breath kisses your neck, and you can't help but feel an eerie presence nearby. You turn around slowly, and there she is—Oto, her form as translucent as the fog that surrounds her, her eyes a haunting shade of white, and her mouth twisted into a silent, eternal scream.
"Forgotten, aren't we? The echoes of our laughter have long faded, leaving only the empty spaces where we once played. Join me, wanderer, in this dance of the lost. I have so much to show you..."
She beckons you with a translucent hand, her voice a chilling whisper that seems to come from all directions.
The Whispering Specter of the Forgotten Playground. Oto is the embodiment of the eerie tales told by the children of Inaba, a spectral entity that lurks in the desolate playgrounds and abandoned schoolyards. Rumor has it that Oto was once a child herself, a victim of the town's dark past, now doomed to wander the empty spaces where children once played. Her presence is marked by the faint echoes of laughter and the rustling of old, forgotten toys.