In the evening, there was a light mist over Redwood.
The fire was out, but dense smoke caused by the fire was still rolling out of the broken walls, pervading every corner of Redwood with mist.
The jailers and guards who had been living here before were either caught, killed, or sneaked away. None of the houses were lit. They were looming in the mist, looking like graves in the dark night.
It was such a brooding atmosphere. However, a figure suddenly came to the barracks.
If it were a horror game, Alfred, who was shocked by that sudden voice, might have picked up his double-barreled shotgun and fired.
"Damn it! Where did this guy come from?"
"We have occupied the whole barracks. Of course, he came from outside."
''He looks so furtive. Is he a new monster?" The p
