#022

“Hannah, are we sure this is the right spot?”
It was a scorching summer day in 1964, and a group of five friends found themselves gathered in a dormitory at Red Lake Campground, all worn out from the day’s activities.

“Hannah, are we sure this is the right spot?”
It was a scorching summer day in 1964, and a group of five friends found themselves gathered in a dormitory at Red Lake Campground, all worn out from the day’s activities.

“Ah, there’s one more thing,” Apostle Adna interjected. “Fabio, you mentioned that all you remember is your name, correct?”
Her words put me on edge once again. It was as if she could tell I had lied before...

Johan’s voice, tinged with a hint of indignation, rang with sincerity and innocence. Seojun, for his part, didn’t care too much—whether Johan was a burger guy or a pizza fan was none of his business. He gave a nod, accepting the vehement denial with a mental shrug.

I couldn’t help but wonder if the game’s portrayal of the Order was deliberately altered. It didn’t make sense that the Church of Order, known for its savage nature, was behaving differently.

Seojun never really understood why people often felt embarrassed about things like this. Nevertheless, he had accomplished his goal and now stuck to Johan like a shadow, gripping the lantern tightly.

The guardhouse was completely empty and had an eerie quietness to it. What’s more, the door, notorious for its squeaky hinges, was unexpectedly unlocked. As Seojun turned the handle, it swung open easily, and to his relief, there was no sign of an ambush from someone in a gas mask or any tentacled monster.

“What glimpses did you catch within him?”
The moment Fabio and the fifth Apostle exited, Casimir was the first to break the lingering silence.
“Would you believe me if I admitted that I saw... absolutely nothing?”

But here, I’m known as ‘Fabio.’ Even though people see Fabio as a bit of a country bumpkin without much education, it doesn’t really get under my skin.

“I can do this! I can help too!”
Bobby, with his tin pot now slid down to his nose, was puffing with effort, his cheeks flushed. Maybe Johan’s earlier encouragement had lit a fire in him, or maybe he’d found a rare burst of courage.

To reach Zone D, the guardhouse, one had to first pass through Zone A, which included the campfire area and the campsite.
As Seojun stepped into the campfire area, he couldn’t help but clutch his trembling arm.