Two hours had passed since I fell into the dead forest.

Having fallen in the evening, the sun had already returned home to rest, and the moon, overworked from the night shift, was now keeping watch in its place.

The wicked love the moon that works the night shift, so when it appears, they begin their activities in earnest.

Roaming this place, they express their resentment toward the living, moving to take away what the living possess.

I, like prey dropped among hungry lions, should have been desperately fighting to survive.

‘...Why is it so safe?’

Standing in the middle …