Gerald and Teresa

Inside a small room with a campfire and a few sleeping bags.

"Did you hear that?"

A small-bearded man whispered and looked over his shoulder towards the drenched windows.

He was roasting a skinned animal over the crackling fire, but then he heard some strange sounds coming from the streets.

"…" His teammate, a fair-faced maiden with braided hair, looked over to the window with a worried look.

They were very aware that there were more players hiding in the town as there were bloody battles happening before nightfall.

However, as soon as the rainstorm and the night appeared, everyone took shelter wherever they could.

The small-bearded man, named Gerald, approached the windows and peered outside into the dark streets.

At that moment, he saw a figure running down the street and came to a sudden stop in front of their building. Without any warning, he broke the window and entered the building.

"The hell?"