The only thing that made him hesitant to make up his mind was that he didn't know what kind of messed-up stuff he would encounter within these thirty kilometers of wilderness.
This was an Analog Horror scenario. Otherwise, even if it were the Amazon Rainforest, Martin would have set off without any hesitation.
And there was another thing.
What about after leaving the thirty-kilometer expanse of the wilderness?
What would he encounter?
Would he clear the level?
Or would he come across something even stranger? No one knew.
Besides considering this external method of clearing the level by leaving the funeral home, some thought of breaking through from the inside.
Speaking of which.
I have to mention Okamoto Hirohaka of the Cherry Blossoms.
