"Crane, do you think Chris can pull this off?" A man and a woman with almost identical faces were standing in a dark room lit only with candles placed scarcely around. The man had blonde wavy hair that was neatly combed, while the woman's hair, similar in color, was tied in a bun. Both of them had light blue eyes that reflected the candlelight, and the shadows emphasized their chiseled faces. The room was medium-sized with barely any furniture at all, but the dim lighting cast ominous darkness on its wooden walls, creating a feeling of suffocation. There was a table placed near the wall where the two people were standing, and on the table, five orange candles were set to form a circle. There was a red sigil under the candles drawn from what looked to be blood, and the sigil resembled two crosses on a swinging pendulum. The flames on the orange candles were flickering, almost like they were dancing slightly, and the shadow they cast looked like a phantom giggling. On the sigil, the

Leaving the X-marked spot, the trio continued walking in a direction that Chris guided. The outside of the town was a desert, but it didn't mean it was just a vast empty plain. There were still rocky hills and sand dunes that could be used for navigation. The location of the monsters they were targeting was further south of their current location. Crane let Thompson walk ahead of the group while waiting for directions from Chris on where they needed to go. There were a lot of small monsters on their way, but their wild instincts told them that the trio was not prey, but hunters, so they hurriedly go into hiding or escape. Although they were monsters, they didn't blindly attack anything in their path. They still followed the instinct that had allowed them to survive thus far. "A pretty nice night tonight," Chris said leisurely. He was resting his arms behind his back comfortably. "Which is for the best. The three of us won't stand a chance if a big monster suddenly appears. Let's h

Ding... Ding... The gate bell was rung and shortly after that, the giant town gate was slowly being opened, pushing sand as it moved outward. "Oh, it's you Wright triplets. Welcome back! How was your hunt?" greeted the gate guard. He then took a glance at the blood stain on Chris's shoulder. It was Lark Larson, the guard in his late forties. He was someone who was familiar with the triplets. In fact, most people in the town were familiar with each other, as there were only fewer than five hundred people living there. Larson watched as the triplets entered through the gate with a worried gaze hidden behind the sternness of his face. As soon as the triplets were in, he quickly closed the gate in order to prevent any accident from happening. He was one of the people tasked with the safety of the townsfolk, and he took his job seriously. Although he was only a gate guard now, he used to be a strong hunter when he was younger, only deciding to retire and dedicate his life to protectin

"Arghh!!""Whaaaa!!!""Bang!! Bang!!"As the menacing sun slowly rose, its light touched the land and with it, horror was unleashed.In a small town in the middle of a vast desert, cries, screams, and loud bangings accompanied the ascent of the yellow giant. The cries were full of agony, and the sounds of bodies hitting metal made it seem like they wanted to break free from their constraint.Inside a small house with a bakery at the front, something was trapped inside a metal cage that gave off a mysterious glow. The thing looked like an elderly lady, but with each second, its body mutated, looking less and less like a human.The thing's skin melted away, and what used to be the legs started turning jelly-like, as if the bones had become soft. Before long, the legs had fully mutated into a pair of tentacles wearing human skin, flailing about the metal cage trying to escape.Not only the legs, but the body also transformed from what was a human torso into a blob of bloody flesh, as if

The sense of danger was apparently not only felt by Crane. The malice was so strong that even his siblings could feel it. Everyone looked up a second after Crane did. "What is this...!" Chris said, terrified. He was usually nonchalant about everything, but the feeling he experienced at that time was enough to send shivers down his spine. "Cough! Cough!" he started panic coughing. He felt like he was being suffocated by the sudden heavy atmosphere. Crane was also unable to think calmly. The danger they felt was so strong that they could only feel desperation. It was as if death was before them, and no matter what they did, they could only accept it. Images of their gruesome death started pouring into the siblings' minds, causing even more distress and terror. They heard terrifying wailing that shouldn't be there. The sound was like countless people were being tortured at the same time. The feeling of great peril didn't last long. It only lasted for a few seconds, like a strong eart