The deepest fog arises from the clearest day; the most terrifying weirdness arises from the most ordinary way home. When a familiar road leads to an unfamiliar hell, the first thing they lose is not the direction, but all the common sense they need to survive.
The fog has not dissipated, but the bell has sounded the order to gather. As soon as the survivors found each other, they were enveloped by a larger shadow. Searching and protecting, every road is full of thorns; and the veil of truth is deeper than this endless fog. Their choices will determine where their fate slides.
