As I shifted my gaze along the road, I saw the endless stretch of asphalt disappearing beyond the horizon.
On both sides of the road, a barren grassland spread out, with occasional small shrubs swaying in the wind.
The distant hills, shrouded in a hazy silhouette, seed to et the night sky, evoking a strange feeling, as if gazing upon the end of the world.
'It's colder than I thought.'
I felt the chill emanating from the asphalt beneath , muttering to myself.
They say the desert nights are cold, so perhaps this desolate plain is similar.
An empty road, devoid of any passing cars, was filled with silence.
Occasionally, a strong wind blew, sending dust across the vacant road.
If it were dayti, this would surely look like a scene from a western movie…
I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed.
Thud-thud.
Only the sound of my footsteps echoed in the silence.
As I walked, waiting for contact from the Mini Grim Reapers, I noticed a rusted road sign standing by the side of the road.
It was the only man-made object jutting out in this barren landscape.
I paused for a mont and looked up at the sign.
Since it was written in English, I couldn’t make out what it said.
From what I could infer based on the Mini Grim Reapers' locations, it seed to be sowhere in Arica, but…
Looking up at the sky, I saw shimring starlight and multicolored moonlight shining down on .
Though it wasn’t as bright as dayti, the night sky sent enough light to illuminate my surroundings as I waited for the Mini Grim Reapers' contact.
'How soon will they find it…?'
I had mobilized all the available Mini Grim Reapers, so it wouldn’t be long before they found it.
'This Object… whatever it is, I’ll tornt it by turning it into a snack.'
Just as I was letting my imagination run wild, I suddenly felt a call from the Green Grim Reaper.
'Mom! There's a strange Object here!'
Finally!
Given that it was the Green Grim Reaper’s call, I was certain they had found sothing.
Although there had been a few calls from the Golden Grim Reapers, they’d always reported suspicious but ultimately trivial things.
They had reported seeing a Magic Mirror, saying, "It appears on this side, but not on that side!" among other useless findings.
Of course, those Golden Grim Reapers who made such foolish reports had all been turned to dust.
With high expectations, I teleported to where the Green Grim Reaper was.
'…'
When I arrived, I saw a particularly dark-looking building, and in front of it, the Green Grim Reaper was waiting for .
Although streetlights were brightly shining all around, the building seed to be consud by darkness, as if it were devouring the light.
'Mom! There's a strange life form!'
The Green Grim Reaper pointed out a life form that existed without substance or a body, simply existing in a strange way.
Indeed, after hearing the Green Grim Reaper’s words, the malicious presence I had felt earlier seed to be the sa thing.
'Well done.'
I patted the Green Grim Reaper’s head with a grateful heart.
The Green Grim Reaper bead, as if having done its job, and waved goodbye to . Then, as if busy, it returned to the Mini Grim Reaper garden.
I waved as I saw it off and slowly walked toward the building in question.
'…'
As soon as I stepped inside the building, a stifling smoke stung my nose.
It was a peculiar mix of iron scent and the faint sll of volatile gas.
It slled like a gas lamp.
I definitely rembered having slled this odor sowhere before.
Squeak. Squeak.
A small but unsettling sound shattered the silence.
As my feet hit the floor, the sound of creaking wood echoed through the building.
Passing through the hallway and entering the living room, two figures hanging by their necks ca into view.
They were corpses, hanging, their bodies dried out like mummies, as if an Object had been involved in their preservation.
There were no signs of struggle, no suicide note, and nothing particularly odd.
It seed as natural as soone waking up in the morning and casually hanging themselves.
I sensed the faint sll of a lamp and the foul odor of a harmful Object lingering in the air.
'It must have been a possession-type Object, possessing these people and causing them to commit suicide.'
Leaving the corpses of what appeared to be the owners of the house behind, I slowly made my way deeper into the building.
The darkness grew thicker, like a dungeon filled with evil.
Then, from sowhere, the ominous scent of the lamp wafted through the air.
At the end of the hallway was a door swallowed by the darkness.
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