#011

“Hannah O’Lantern?”
Seojun’s mind immediately jumped to the image of a carved pumpkin. Isn’t it usually Jack O’Lantern? he thought, amused by the odd name.

“Hannah O’Lantern?”
Seojun’s mind immediately jumped to the image of a carved pumpkin. Isn’t it usually Jack O’Lantern? he thought, amused by the odd name.

As I turned my head toward the end of the alley, I saw an unfamiliar face.
A woman in a black suit emanating a dignified aura.

While giving the horses a break, I took the opportunity to sit down and massage my aching legs.
I swear, once I reach the capital, I’m never traveling again.

Seojun eyed Bobby’s delicate shoulders and twig-like arms, clicking his tongue in disapproval.
Bobby and I are practically the same size. If we run into Gas Mask, neither of us will stand a chance...

Stepping out from the dense forest path, Seojun was immediately assaulted by a pungent, acrid odor.
What is that?
Gripping his axe tightly, Seojun momentarily halted his frantic pace. He narrowed his eyes, scanning his surroundings.

Insects skittering beneath the skin, a priest holding a dark stone knife, slicing into human flesh and drenching it with his own blood.
Isn’t this the makings of a crazy cult no matter how you look at it?

Nestled at the heart of Hamon Campground, a spacious clearing revealed itself. At the center was a towering stack of firewood, with several triangular tents scattered around it.

It’s said that peasants in the medieval era typically never ventured farther than 30km from where they were born throughout their entire lives.
Moving was rare and long journeys even rarer. The pinnacle of a peasant’s adventure might be strolling to the neighboring village to peddle wares.

Seojun felt as though he was trapped in a bizarre dream, where the familiar suddenly morphed into the peculiar. Was his mind playing tricks due to blood loss? He moved quietly, massaging his tense neck, with the notorious Hamon campsite looming ahead.

Everything felt surreal. Seojun and Bobby locked eyes, the latter’s gaze a mix between horror and disbelief, as though Seojun had just stepped out of a horror flick.
Isn’t this the time when that man-eating monster is supposed to be active?