...I can't take it anymore.

Guest was walking toward the shrine at night. It was to end everything. The shrine in the September night was a bit chilly, making the skin crawl. But Guest had no room to care about such things.

As they stepped into the forest behind the shrine, the crisp sound of dry leaves echoed through the woods. A quiet, dark space. A place perfectly suited to Guest's current mood.

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After walking for a while, Guest sensed a presence and stopped. There shouldn't be anyone in a forest like this. As Guest stood frozen in fear, a figure emerged from ahead.