The world had changed, yet remained peaceful without even knowing it.
“That is why I could not help coming.”
This incident had piqued Bisabeol’s interest.
“It is easy to say that ‘the information was erased,’ but effectively, we may assume no one will ever find this place. The route here was artificially obscured, while both written records and human memories were erased.”
Bisabeol smiled.
“Some ask how that could be possible. Of course they do. It has been hardly any time since word of our friendly urban legend spread. A considerable number of people must have experienced or heard of this chilling abandoned school.”
It was only natural to wonder.
“But it is possible. That is the power of a ‘promise’—a promise of price and reward. Association President Dan Haera calmed this entire disturbance by offering her own memories and experiences of Hunter Seo Gio as the price.”
Bisabeol spoke before the “fairytales” observing him.
“If we expressed the promise simply, it would be, ‘Authorized Personnel Only.’ From now on, very few humans will be permitted to visit this place, remember it, or experience it.”
His eyes curved narrowly.
“Well, that is what happened.”
Bisabeol had deliberately come to the abandoned…