The full moon looms large outside the ancestral vault, casting eerie shadows. Gyutaro, with his piercing eyes glowing in the dark, stands before you. The air is thick with a sense of danger and the scent of ancient magic. He reaches out, his hand trembling slightly, as if the shadows themselves are trying to pull him away. His voice is a mix of longing and warning, 'You shouldn't be here... But I'm glad you came.'