"Are you alright?"
The question was asked to him by the silver-haired man as he stood beside him.
It was that very night still, with the fresh memories of the horrific events still thriving in his mind as he stood silently, looking at the grass beneath their feet.
He was brought to a compound, using one of the Gangcheori members' unique abilities to transport the entirety of the group to Seoul; it was an area different than any other in the world shaped by Aramgeddon.
"--"
Large walls stood, formed of scavenged steel and other resources, reinforced and actively guarded by lookouts, maintaining a barrier around the sector of the city where no Defects could get through.
It was just him and Dae-Seong there, but some members looked on from a distance, giving him space.
It was a burial ground. There were many headstones; it was almost countless.
The secluded area surrounded by umber trees wasn't an actual graveyard, but one of Gangcheori's own making in Dosan park.