Story Reader / Event Story / Book of Toro / Story
It is a rainy night. The city looks like a wet castle made from mud under the street lamp's yellow light.
You are standing in a deserted graveyard located on the outskirts of this damningly corrupted city.
You are standing around the most unremarkable grave stone, waiting with your hands together.
...
Why is he still following us?
Look, there's something written on his body...
"This camp assistant is specifically designed for students who are not combat trained, so they could focus on experiencing the story"...?
...
So...
What are we waiting for?
Why is the city corrupt?
What does he mean by "hands together"?
The narrator never answers, as if he does not care at all.
It is only then that the Constructs realize they are floating half a meter above the ground. They cannot move.
We can't move... This is a completely unknown technology...
It is capable of cutting the link between us and reality to create this effect on the consciousness level. When we are out, I must break this record apart to study it...
Anyway, you are all waiting.
Waiting for your master to wake up...
Master...?
Wait... Has anyone of you seen Commandant?
Now that you mention it...
Meanwhile, you are lying inside a dark, wet, and putrid coffin.
Rainwater falls into your mouth through soil and two layers of rotten wood. It tastes so foul that you would definitely vomit if you could move.
Inside a coffin. You're dead... for now.
Oh, you were murdered by the local gang as you messed with their business.
But it won't last too long. Your eyes are wide open, and your blood has started to flow again, slow like petroleum.
Your muscles are getting strong. You feel your body is returning back to your control.
Oh, no. Please, just be a little more patient. You are obviously not in your best form yet.
Your effort was wasted. You only managed to move the lid slightly. Some foil falls on your face.
You continue to wait, until your muscles return to their power. Now you have enough strength.
You push with all your strength. The lid makes a disturbing squeak between your hands and the soil covering it.
And then you see light—the dim, yellow light from the street lamps shines right on your face.
The Constructs are floating above you. They look worried.
Seeing their master has awakened, the natural spirits can wait no longer. They start to move.
The Constructs rush over to dig you out of the grave.
Unfortunately, your resurrection was witnessed by the gravekeeper, who happened to work for that local gang.
You better leave before he calls for more gangsters.
