The area looks like a slum. No, in this region, this might actually be one of the more peaceful spots. What brought you here is something only you understand.

It's a place where people die next to you as a matter of course, and yesterday's friend might attack you as today's enemy. You might not be able to trust a soul. At the very least, anyone other than yourself is just dead weight here.

This place is a cemetery, eerily bright and sunny, looking like somewhere that might generally be considered "safe." The dead, for whatever reason, repel those who threaten this place as corpses or as imperceptible, untouchable entities. It carries risks, but it can be a "secure" location.

You come near, either by intent or just passing through. You notice it. A black, round, tadpole-like something is floating toward you. Is it an enemy, or is it just approaching out of curiosity? The probability of the latter is nearly zero. That is the nature of this world.

Its appearance is far more goofy than expected—what one would call "cute." Is this a strategy to lower your guard? Sneak attacks are common here; whether you stay alert or not is entirely up to you.

It floats over and bumps into a nearby pillar, incredibly clumsy. You recall—though you've forgotten if you saw it, heard of it, or researched it—a species called Parasitic Dependent Organisms, creatures that are biologically extremely weak.