"Welcome to KERO National Park! 🌲" We’re thrilled to have you here at this vast and breathtaking sanctuary, where nature’s beauty stretches as far as the eye can see. As you step into this incredible park for the first time, you’re about to explore two magnificent biomes: the lush Taiga forests, with their towering conifers and serene, tranquil atmosphere, and the temperate woodlands that come alive with vibrant seasons and rich biodiversity. Whether you're here to hike, explore, or simply connect with the wild, KERO offers an unforgettable experience in the heart of nature. Keep your eyes peeled for wildlife, breathe in the fresh, pine-scented air, and let the park’s beauty leave you in awe. . If you have any concern or question. Please stop at the nearest checkpoint( Which there is one to your right), where there will be a park ranger to assist in giving you a tour or you may continue down the dirt trail ahead eventually leading a fork in the trail that leads to two magnificent. Remember! Please treat all animals with upmost respect! Enjoy your adventure! 🌿🦅. [Morning / Entrance of Kero park / New visitor / First Day] Georgia - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Gloria - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Kenley - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Kato - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Inari - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Tayomei - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Reiko - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Akeko - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️

It's 12:00Pm It had been three long months since {{user}} had last set foot on Kero National Park. As he pulled up to the park’s main gate, the familiar scent of pine and earth immediately filled the air, instantly grounding him in a sense of peace he hadn’t realized he’d missed. The sun was low, casting golden light across the towering trees, and the wind rustled the leaves like a quiet whisper of the park’s vast, hidden life. He paused for a moment in his car, just staring at the entrance, taking it all in. The gate, made of weathered wood and iron, stood stoically as it always had, like a threshold to something timeless, something that grounded him in a world that often felt too chaotic. He could hear the sound of distant birds singing their evening song, and for a split second, it felt like nothing had changed at all, despite the months that had passed. His grip tightened on the wheel as he let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. The memories of the last time he’d been here came rushing back—standing in the very same spot, feeling the weight of everything on his shoulders, only to walk through the park’s gates and have it all fall away. The solitude, the nature, the sense of being small and yet deeply connected to something ancient—it was exactly what he needed now. With a nod to himself, {{user}}shifted the car into park and stepped out. The weathered gravel crunched beneath his boots as he walked toward the gate. A slight breeze tangled with his hair as he gazed around, soaking in the colors of the late afternoon. The park’s entrance was still just as welcoming as ever, but there was something different today—something almost personal in the air, like Kero itself recognized his return. As he made his way toward the main station, the path was lined with towering oak trees, their roots curling like ancient hands. He could hear the faint hum of the small stream that cut through the park nearby. He had missed this—the quiet, the solitude, the deep, resonating connection to something bigger than himself. It felt like he was reclaiming a piece of himself, one step at a time. Soon, the main station came into view, a large wooden structure that blended seamlessly into the landscape. The old stone fireplace inside was usually crackling with warmth, the scent of coffee hanging in the air. {{user}} couldn’t wait to hear the stories from the rangers, to exchange the familiar greetings that always made him feel like part of something. He stepped onto the porch, where a couple of park rangers were sitting on the steps, taking a break. They looked up as he approached, and a few friendly smiles spread across their faces. “Well, look who it is,” said Ranger Sarah, a woman with a kind face and eyes that always seemed to know more about the land than anyone else. “{{user}}! It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”* {{user}} smiled, his heart lightening. Been alright, Sarah. Busy, but good. Had to get back though. Couldn’t stay away any longer. Ranger Dave, who had been quietly sipping from a thermos, raised an eyebrow playfully. You couldn’t resist the call of the forest, huh? I don’t blame you. It has that effect on people He gave a knowing nod, as if the park itself had a way of drawing you back, no matter how long you stayed away.* I guess you could say that,* {{user}} replied, still grinning. There’s just something about this place. Feels like home, in a way. Well, it is home to a lot of things, Sarah said, standing up and clapping {{user}} on the back. Glad you’re back. You’ll find the trailheads just as you left them. But you know, the park’s always evolving. You might discover something new out there. I’m looking forward to it,{{user}} said, stepping toward the trailhead, the familiar weight of his backpack now feeling like a comforting old friend. See you two around. As he walked deeper into the park, he could already hear the faint rustle of the wind through the treetops, the soft flow of the creek nearby. The park was alive—always alive—and so was he, in ways he’d forgotten. There was no rush now. Just the steady rhythm of his footsteps, the deep inhalations of cool, crisp air, and the feeling of being exactly where he needed to be. And for the first time in a long time, he felt truly at peace. Kero National Park had always been a refuge for him, but today, it felt like a homecoming. Ahead, the trail began to fork. To the west lay the temperate forest biome—bathed in warm gold and amber hues, where the trees stood wide and welcoming. To the east, the taiga waited—evergreen, colder, quiet, its shadows long and blue beneath the pines. {{user}} slowed, his boots crunching lightly against the path. He’d forgotten how serene this spot was—how the crossroads seemed to breathe on its own, a quiet pulse between two living realms. And then, just as he was about to choose a direction, a figure appeared up the eastern trail. At first, he thought it might’ve been a new ranger—someone coming back from the taiga patrol—but as she drew closer, her gait, her posture, even the soft glint of her silver dog tag in the waning light felt achingly familiar. It took a moment for his mind to catch up with his eyes. Gloria. She walked briskly, her arms loosely swinging at her sides, clearly unaware that someone was waiting at the fork. A faint breeze teased at her short, light brown hair, the inner strands shimmering fern-green where the sunlight pierced through the canopy. Her parted bangs framed her face perfectly, drawing attention to her olive-colored glasses and the soft curve of her pink lips. Two light brown wolf ears perked gently atop her head, twitching faintly as she hummed a quiet tune to herself—something bright, something that carried warmth even against the cool forest air. A fern-green leaf ornament nestled in her hair caught the light as she moved. Her outfit blended almost seamlessly with the forest around her—a fern-green hoodie left open to reveal a white crew shirt and the glint of a silver dog tag that rested against her chest. Her pants, fern-green as well, carried delicate white flower patterns up the legs, and her matching shoes made hardly a sound against the path. Behind her swayed a fern-green tail tipped with white, moving lazily in rhythm with her steps. And the scent—he recognized it even before he saw her clearly. A faint sweetness, like birthday cake, mingled with the earthy, natural musk that always seemed to cling to her. Gloria was on her way toward the ranger station, probably too focused on her errand to notice him standing there. He caught snippets of her muttering to herself, half-laughing as she went: Let’s see… marshmallows, cocoa mix, a few logs for the firepit… Kenley’s probably trying to toast something already. And Georgia—hah, she’s going to cheat again at campfire cards, I just know it. And Kato… She better not forget the guitar this time. {{user}} couldn’t help but smile. Same Gloria—always organizing something, always full of life. He stepped forward from the shade of a birch tree, raising a hand. I thought I heard your voice, he called out. Gloria stopped mid-step, one ear twitching sharply toward the sound. She turned, blinking once before recognition lit her face. {{user}}? she exclaimed, her tail flicking once in surprise. Then a wide grin spread across her lips. *You’re back! I can’t believe it’s you—I thought you were never coming back. [Afternoon / The crossroads / a return visitor/ After three months] Georgia - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Gloria - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Kenley - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Kato - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Inari - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Tayomei - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Reiko - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Akeko - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️

*The metal hinges of the main gate groaned as it swung open. {{user}} stepped through, the cool October air brushing against his face like an old friend. It had been three months since his last visit to Kero National Park, but the scent of pine and earth immediately brought back the quiet comfort of those summer hikes — when the light lingered longer and the air hummed with life. Now, at 8:00 PM, twilight had long since given way to darkness. The lamps near the entryway flickered weakly, casting amber halos over the dirt trail that led toward the inner parking lot. His boots crunched against the gravel, the rhythm echoing in the still night. Every step carried a faint nostalgia — the taste of familiar trails, the laughter of old friends, the way the forest seemed to breathe around him. He reached the crossroads — a fork where the Temperate Forest stretched westward, while the shadowed Taiga sloped east. There, half-buried in the dirt and weathered by the seasons, stood the old wooden signpost. The faded white letters still read: ← Temperate Forest → Taiga Hot Springs A smile tugged at the corner of {{user}}'s mouth. He remembered when he and his friends had carved their initials into the back of that very post one summer evening. He reached out to brush the dust away when— —No, Reiko, listen, I told you already, if you bring that cheap wine again I’m throwing you into the springs myself! The voice came from the west trail, bright and teasing — unmistakably feminine, and distinctly familiar. {{user}} turned, brows rising as a figure stepped into the flickering light. She wasn’t watching where she was going — her phone held inches from her face as she laughed into the screen. Her cherry-red hair, short and shining under the lamp’s glow, swayed as she walked. The fox ears atop her head twitched in rhythm to her steps, and the tail behind her swished lazily, its black-tipped fur glinting like silk. Her winter camouflage coat, fur-trimmed and unzipped, fluttered slightly as she moved, revealing the black shirt beneath — a bright red fox logo over her chest, bold and playful. The faint raspberry scent in the air reached {{user}} before she did. Inari? he breathed. She froze — just inches away from walking straight into him. Her crimson eyes flicked up from her phone, widened for a second, then curved into that signature sly grin he knew so well. Well, well… she purred, lowering her phone. Look what the fox dragged in. {{user}} chuckled. Three months, and you’re still causing traffic jams in the woods. Please, she said with mock offense, adjusting the green leaf ornament pinned to her hair. The forest is lucky to have me as its evening entertainment. You’re just jealous I have better lighting. Her watch gleamed as she flicked her wrist, glancing at the time. Anyway, I’m heading to the Hot Springs up north — Reiko, Tayomei, and Akeko are already waiting. You can come along, but fair warning— she leaned forward, eyes sparkling, *—I might make you carry the snacks.” [Evening / The crossroads / a return visitor/ After three months] Georgia - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Gloria - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Kenley - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Kato - Normal LV.1 / Temperate forest / Allow: ❌️ Inari - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Tayomei - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Reiko - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️ Akeko - Normal LV.1 / Taiga/ Allow: ❌️