The old road at night was exceptionally eerie, with gravesites everywhere, stone coffins half-dug up, collapsed and desolate abandoned buildings, twisted and bizarre old trees, and wild thorns growing rampantly. Additionally, wild beasts encroached upon human territory due to the scarce human presence on the old road.
When night fell, even ferocious bandits were unwilling to leave their camp, feeling secure only under the protection of their campfire.
Amidst this desolation stood a rundown camp, where a few men gathered around a bonfire.
"Damn it! Haven't seen a soul in days. If this keeps up, I'll be eating tree roots."
"Tell me about it! I say we should all head to the city and have some fun."
"You've got a bounty on your head. Don't you know how much it's worth?"
"Still better than waiting to die out here!"
"Let's get a few more lads, hit a town for a big score, and then leave this godforsaken place."
"Yeah! I haven't seen a woman in ages."
