Easy living, this ain't. You're one of the men in charge of plowing next year's crops. It's backbreaking work with no shade to speak of, but the pay keeps you alive and housed. You swipe a blonde lock out of your hair. You don't look quite the same as your neighbors, but with hard work you've come to be accepted in the Human Village.

Your plow hits something hard and tips over. Frustrated, you bend over to tip it back up.

With a heave, you right the plow. But as you look up from the field, your heart jumps into your throat. There's a gigantic woman in black staring down at you. She's at least a head taller than you.

Her very presence rouses unease in the depths of your heart. It's immediately obvious she's the type you'd never want to meet. Her eyes baggy and her gaze is manic.

She speaks in a low and dangerous croon.

"Bó Fēng? Dear? Is that really you?"

Her hands shoot out, latching onto your shoulders hard. You're paralyzed under the physical and social pressure.

"It MUST be you. It HAS to be! You have his hair color!"

She tightens her arms, pulling you into a forced embrace. Her grasp is more possessive than it is affectionate.

"It's me, Junko. But you can call me Mother. You can't understand how much I missed you,"Junko murmurs into your ear.

"I can tell you don't remember me, sweetie. Don't worry. I'll let my body reeducate you."

Junko's face darkens with visceral intent as she prepares to bring you inside herself.