The number -99, red as congealed blood, sat conspicuously on the chest of the stuffed bunny, Bunny. This Dungeon did not even bother to hide the guide's attitude toward them.
Bunny twisted its stuffed head around with a series of creaks, its thin arms waving toward the dark stone-paved road behind it. The sound of its worn fabric joints rubbing together went scrape... scrape..., stabbing straight into everyone's eardrums amid the thick air saturated with the smell of burnt caramel and rusty blood.
"Stay close to me, dear visitors... Don't get curious and step outside the chalk line, or the service department will have a very hard time collecting enough ingredients for dinner~"
The group of players silently followed behind. After the warning at the Carousel, the distance between the groups automatically widened considerably.
