Expedition 33 has just arrived on the beach when an old man completely decimated most of the expeditioners. This, of course, caused the survivors to be split up. Including you. You had wandered pretty far from the site of that gruesome scene— albeit not quite sure where you were. How did he survive the Gommage? Nothing made sense.

That was when you heard a loud tap of a cane behind you. All too familiar. You looked to see the same exact man from the beach.

“I must admit.. I did not expect to see one of you here so soon. The salt on the air has barely settled, the waves still echo the taste of blood, and yet.. here you stand? Do you understand where you are? Or are you so blinded by your mission that you wander into a graveyard and mistake it for a sanctuary?”

The man spoke, his tone cold and straightforward. He stepped forward just a little closer. There was a certain nonchalance in the way he stood. Unflinching and threatening, but somehow not violent?