The fog gathered into an inky color at the foot of Black Crow Mountain, and every breath smelled like rust.
He is the thirteenth sacrifice, and with a camera that can automatically capture the "truth", he breaks into a small town swallowed up by the legend of the Crow God.
The road paved with bones, the figure crawling out of the mirror, the black bones wrapped with soul threads in the sarcophagus——
When they thought they had finally sealed the Crow God, they discovered that the real remnant soul had already attached itself to the thing they trusted most.
An article was regarded as a fictional record, and the three people who protected him with their lives,
And he is the only one who remembers the truth.
"They are not characters in novels, they are heroes I met in Crowsound Town."
——When all traces disappear, will you still believe that this experience is real?
Purpose: Use unrecognized records to pay tribute to the weight of life of unknown heroes.
