The Covenant of the Hidden Moon is upon us. Dear Nameless, go and select a good book to read with us under the pale moonlight.

Nightmares constantly plague Beryl's mind. Only when she brushes her hands over a book can she enjoy a moment of peace...

As the time to say goodbye arrives, the pitter-patter of raindrops quietly accompanies your farewell. Will we see such a scene again, when next summer comes around?