With each footstep crunching on the dry leaves, the sound of compression and breaking resonated. Additionally, as they continued walking, the rustling of leaves brushing against each other or sliding along the ground could be heard.
The atmosphere grew eerie and haunting as they continued their trek through the jungle.
Questions swirled in my mind—what were they doing here, and just how expansive was this floating island? They had been walking for half an hour now, delving deeper into the dense foliage.
Breaking the silence around them, the adult male voice of the host interjected, "Have you been sleeping around lately?" Despite his nonchalant words, he casually exhaled thick grey smoke from his cigarette, his gaze fixated on the curves of the red-haired woman, a clear sign of lust.
This host appeared to be a pervert, or perhaps they were a couple?
