From the very heart of the mountain, ruthless Primordial Fire erupts toward the sky. You can’t appease it—you can’t soften the owner of the volcano. Otherwise, an inevitable reckoning will follow at once. Every five years, the surrounding settlements make a sacrifice—sending a girl from beneath the mountain to the monster. But I went to the owner of the volcano of my own free will, deciding to take my friend’s place. I didn’t know that in the land of burning flames, crowned by the Primordial Fire, I would find my lost past. I just hope I won’t burn in the volcano owner’s scorching embrace—and that I’ll be able to negotiate with my own foolish heart, which somehow knows that fire can not only burn, but also warm.