Killer wandered around the empty dungeon, twirling his sharp knife in his hand. The snow crunched under his feet, preventing the place from being completely silent, despite its desolation. Somewhere the dust of monsters was visible, A weak wind also blew occasionally, causing the fragile branches of the trees to sway from side to side.

The skeleton didn’t even think that he would meet anyone here after he committed another genocide here, so he was completely calm.

K: "hm.."