But as I placed my foot on the camp, a voice of a humming girl piqued my interest. Its voice resonated through the woodland, bringing mixed emotions to the air. My tears eventually fell through my eyelids as I continued listening to the angelic voice of a woeful choire.
And that tone belonged to the recognizable sound from Match. Since I had teamed up with her for several occasions, I couldn't miss her angelic pitch.
"Jackpot!" I exclaimed, and rushed to the sound's origin.
After a few seconds, I arrived at a ruined place with fallen bungalows and dusted furniture. The forest had also turned bald as if someone had shaved a part of this woodland. When I glanced in every direction, hundreds of corpses greeted my eyes. And that belonged to the villagers who once lived in this area.
