Old Man
Old Man.
[Ace POV],
We didn't come across any other oil puppets as we made our way deeper into the dark forest, and Emma didn't detect anything either.
There was nothing else but a road route that appeared to have been forcefully made by humans constantly steeping on it over the ages.
We did follow the road route we discovered because it provided us with some direction.
As I reflected on these things and remembered what had happened a while ago, Emma and I came to a halt and did not move forward again.
It wasn't because we came across another oil puppet, but because of what we saw in front of us.
We had finally arrived at the cemetery.
However, based on the rotten fence and rusted metal doors in front of me, it appears that this cemetery hasn't been visited in a long time.