"When an outsider arrives here, things always take a wrong turn."
These words echoed in the square pathway street of Daqan Town, filled with townsfolk gathered in one place.
A few seconds passed; they stared at the forest, their expressions dull while they remained speechless.
A broken scream echoed from within the forest, making them flinch in response.
Since morning, the scream hadn't stopped for a single moment. It continued, making them all fear what was inside.
Who was screaming? And why?
They didn't dare to think deeply about it; the dark secret of the town made them even more anxious.
"...We should call the church," a voice echoed within the place, making people look in that direction.
A lady in nun attire walked forward to the center of the crowd.
"That's the only way I can think of," she said, her voice heavy. "...The church—"
"I've already tried it," another voice echoed, cutting her off.
