PoV Cameron
I was running for my life. People around me were looking at me, staring at my body and equipment, as well as pointing fingers at me.
Those people didn't even look human; their pale skin reminded me of those terrifying creatures often found in fiction horror movies, their bodies deformed by staying in such cramped spaces all their lives.
Then, as I tried walking in a zigzag pattern in between their many roads, I noticed a small group of them was chasing me; they didn't seem equipped with weapons, but judging by the mana levels of the place, they surely knew how to use mana, even if just at a rudimentary level.
I felt an incoming sense of nausea when suddenly I started smelling blood on the streets. Those barbarians were chopping other humans using large machetes, removing their guts with their hands, and coating their insides with a strange gelatinous orange substance.
