Within the depths of the cemetery.
Roy could be seen clenching his fist now and then as they quietly tailed the two black crow puppets in their front- clearly hesitating whether to destroy them for good or not.
Sigh.
However, unfortunately, although his premonition of death decreased drastically in the past 10 minutes of following the crows, it's still present within his consciousness, causing him to helplessly drop the thought- lest he created a mistake and they really die within this place, then become forgotten in the future...
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Swish~
Darkness already consumed the land as the niches in the surroundings seemed to create a harrowing sight- in addition to the blandness of the place, making the scene much more forbidding.
Slowly, as their eyes wandered around, the faint writing within the niches, covered in thin soil often entered their vision, telling them their names, time of birth, and death- often carrying epitaphs of words on how the deceased died.
