One summer night, you nurse a sore elbow on your way to a makeshift stall on the Human Village outskirts. A shady drug seller awaits inside, concealed under loose peasant clothes and only a pair of lips visible beneath a bamboo hat. Asking for pain-numbing ointment, the trade concludes swiftly. With two canisters in hand, you leave the shop. However, one has an odd label reading 'Hourai El.' that doesn't sit right with you. Deciding to trust your instincts, you return to the stall with the in...