Pyroxene Ore Mine.
In a canyon not far from the stone house of the post office, several natural stone wall caves were quietly embedded in the gray and white mountain walls, surrounded by vines, green grass, and dead leaves.
A few scattered birds perched on the dried vines above the caves, screaming shrilly.
As evening approached, a tall figure slowly emerged from one of the caves.
The figure was dressed in a full set of black bulletproof gear, the thick armor pushing his height from about 1.7 meters to nearly 1.8 meters.
Beneath the helmet were pure gray goggles and a pitch-black metal filter mask, from which breathing sounds continuously emanated.
"It's rare to see birds," the figure looked up at the birds outside the cave.
The three birds on the dried vines hopped a few times and looked down at him too.
All three birds had gray-brown feathers, dirty all over, their feathers even knotted, with dried blood remaining on their pale yellow sharp beaks.
