The pollen blown on the breeze left green marks on the window frames. It was spring. Unlike the central part of the continent that suffered from cold winters, the southern part of the continent was warm. Children could be heard running around at the entrance of the alley. The expressions of the wives who watered the flowerbeds and chattered were calm. Laundry lines hung between houses and the houses smelled like people were living there. 

The scenery of the village was ordinary and nothing special. The players had no doubts until the glorious moon revealed its presence in the dark sky. 

Kiyaaaaaah! 

“S-Shit, what is this?!” 

“Hiiik!” 

The boys who wanted to kick the ball, the girls showing off their flower garlands, the young people helping their fathers at work, the middle-aged people who were still soldiers in active service, the wives who greeted them with a kind smile, and the village leader who worked with a careful attitude. 

The residents who seemed like ordinary villagers during the day suddenly turned into monsters. The innkeeper who asked with a nice expression if he had eaten just an hour ago now stabbed a kitchen knife in his back. The village chief, who asked him not to drink too much due to the request tomorrow, lit a fire at the entrance of the inn. His eyes were red and his skin was purple. 

The identity of these villagers was the rumored demonic humans. 

“What the hell? Was there something we missed?” the martial...