World Online: Chaos

In all fairy tales, forests are dangerous. When I crawled out of the smelly swamp, the first "help" I heard was the onomatopoeia made by a monster chewing bones. This strange body hides a cold and violent soul. I only have one question: If the skin of this world has long been peeled off by alien gods, does the dry bone in my hand come from the last person who wanted to escape, or does it come from myself in the future?