--Dark (...).

　It is painted black everywhere and you can't feel the light.

　The first thing that struck me as uncomfortable was the smell.
　It smelled fishy, as if my nose was being gouged out. It was as if mud was coming up from the back of my throat. Surprised by the discomfort, I jumped up with my eyes wide open.

''--!

　The first thing that jumped into view was a dark corridor.
　It was a vaguely luminous stone space, though there should be no light shining through.

　I looked around and saw what looked like a small altar sitting behind me.
　Upon closer inspection, I finally realize that it is an altar, and it is so weathered that it looks like it is about to fall apart.
　The dregs of two candles sit on a small stone base.
　There is something that looks like animal skin, and there is an old arrow stuck in it.

'What is this: ......'

　I was talking to myself a lot, so I naturally spilled the words.

'I, I don't know what you mean ....... I don't feel good .......'

　My heart beats faster as I pile on the words.
　My heart palpitations grow louder and louder as they bounce.

　I really don't know what it means.
　I can't understand the situation.

　I went to sleep ...... and then I woke up?

　But there is no warm bed here. No noisy mechanical alarm clock, no morning sunshine spilling through the curtains, no light from a bulb.

　The stone floor is unsanitary and cold.
　The smell of cold, unsanitary stone floors.
　A creepy, faint stone glow.

　Disgusting .......

　I held my mouth and waited for the nausea to pass.
　And then, a distant roar from the distance--

---- and ---- --gasp!

　It was a wailing wail that showed no signs of reason.
　It's a vibration of heat and murderous intent, like the angry voice of a wounded beast.

''Well, wait, wait ....... Wait, wait, wait, wait ......!''

　I don't know what I'm talking about because I don't know what's going on and I don't know what I'm saying.

　I'm swept up in the confusion and start running in the opposite direction of the roar I heard.

''--Haha, haha, haha!

　Out of breath, I run through the stone corridor.
　A few turns in the road - but the scenery, which has not changed at all, frustrates me, and I just run off into the distance.

　--In the middle of it all, there was a lurid, creepy crunching sound.

　I felt something square and stepped through, and I checked the soles of my shoes.
　An insect the size of a clenched fist is there, writhing to the sound of a decapitated cry.

Uh-uh!

　I raise my voice at the devastation.

　I'm not particularly averse to insects. But I felt a strong physiological aversion to the larger insects, which I would never encounter in the city, surrounded by concrete.

　The insects squeaked.
　It sounded as if they were crying out for help.
　Suddenly I feel a chill and look up. I turn my gaze to the end of the road.

　From the next bend in the road, I see an insect the size of a man peeking out of the corner.

　The size of the insect is almost unthinkable.
　The insect's distinctive angular limbs were making a disgusting creaking sound.
　At a quick glance, it was close to a stag beetle. However, its abnormal size (size) and two unusually shaped horns are chipping away at my sanity.

''--!

　I couldn't even raise my voice anymore.
　If I let it up, that monster was going to jump at me, and I had to run backwards.

　-- running, running, running through.

　There was no superior thought in my head about choosing a path, I could only do it by keeping moving.

　I ran through until I ran out of energy and naturally slowed my running speed.
　Then I almost regain my modicum of reason.

---- and ---- --gasp!

　The beast's angry voice hit my ears again.

　It was closer this time.
　Stupidly, I had gone back the way I had escaped in the first place as fast as I could.

　The blood rushes.
　The confusion accelerates.

　But as I got closer to the beast's angry voice, I was able to pick up other sounds as well.
　It was the voice of a person speaking.

'Hi, people!　People's voices--!

　Like a moth to the light, my body was moving in the direction of the voice on its own.

　My brain, which was spinning slightly, was seeking others - 'people'.
　The closer I got, the louder the beast's angry voice became, but I could also hear the person's speech clearly.

'--Distance!　Keep your distance and buy yourself some time!

　It's the low voice of a grown man.
　A man is giving orders to the humans nearby.

　When I got there, the sight I saw was like something out of a fairy tale.
　Someone wearing leather armor and wooden bows that could only be seen in a museum.
　One wielding a rugged iron sword with force.
　One spewing fire from a wooden staff with no mechanical element.
　The unrealistic humans were playing a great battle with a wolf about two meters in size.

　I didn't have the courage to jump into it.
　All I could do was stop in the distance and continue to watch the battle.

'We can make it work if we give it time!　Stick with it!

　A man with a low voice, who seems to be the leader of the group, flies instructions to the warrior with a large sword.

　The warrior swings the great sword wide and tries to strike down.
　But before he can do so, a huge wolf body slams into the warrior with terrifying speed. The warrior is blown away like a bouncing rubber ball.

　The next thing the wolf spotted was a woman with a fire-breathing staff. The other humans noticed this and changed their formation significantly to protect the woman.

　-- accompanied by a significant move.

　The battlefield comes closer and closer to me.

　I was confused.
　I was confused and afraid.
　If I'd been cooler and had more time, I would have been able to move around. But now I could only stand there in a daze.

　--I meet eyes with the leader man with a fine sword.

''Huh?　Who are you?

　The man yelled at me with a surprised look on his face.

'Bo, I'm lost ......--ta, please help me!

　I called for help as soon as I could.
　My words were choppy, but I'm sure they still conveyed my intentions.

　But the man's reaction to my SOS was cold.

...... hey. Help, you say?　Are you an idiot?
What?

　It was neither an affirmation nor a denial.
　I received a contemptuous reply that such a request was out of the question.

　If it had been me at all times, I would have realized.
　That these people have no time to help anyone.
　The guise, the weapon in their hands, the crazy beast, the situation that is nothing but danger - there's no way I couldn't see that.

　However, the current me did not have the ability to think that far.

"This is a labyrinth - and we are in 'uncontrolled territory'. You are prepared for this, aren't you, kid?

　The words the man continued to say were even colder.
　And then the cold thin sword the man held stroked my thighs - slashing them apart.