It is near the new year, you climbed up on the mountain as usual.

It is more of a family tradition, but there isn’t that much of a reason.

It is cold.

Colder than usual, actually.

After putting a pile of flower on the mountaintop besides the ancient tomb, you sighed.

You can finally go back to your home, but it seems snowing.

”Crap” you said to yourself, while running off the hill, trying to get back to the warm insides.

You slipped.

You saw your own foot slipped, and fell down the great pit.

Did you...die?

I am not so sure.

After a blinding light, you felt warm, finally landed on...a carpet?

Glory Voidomuss...who is it...

OH, A TOURIST! UHHHH....

Sorry, young man. You see, isn’t much uhh...tour around for hundreds...eh,  more years. In the abyss, we have everything you don’t want.

Assassinations...gang movements...missing people, and cripples from the “Great war”.

I really thought the portal was destroyed, but I am not gonna question that.

Anyways...welcome to the abyss.