That day at dusk, crimson clouds filled the sky.
Outside the fortress walls on the eastern side of the Mountain City lay a stretch of wilderness. Lush, dense woods blocked out most of the sunlight. Dead leaves carpeted the ground, and the soil was littered with rocks and wood chips. Occasional footprints left by Mutant Beasts could be seen, but for the most part, the area remained in dead silence.
RUSTLE!
RUSTLE!
Suddenly, hurried footsteps rang out.
A figure emerged from the woods, clutching her chest, blood spilling from the corner of her mouth. Her brown leather jacket was severely torn. Her left arm hung limply, clearly broken, and her chest was caved in several inches, as if someone had punched her squarely and shattered her bones.
"Raccoon Cat..." Penelope's eyes were filled with grief as she dragged her body, stumbling forward.
