The next day, Chaos Moon woke me up really early in the morning. After we ate breakfast, we left the hotel and took off. I only brought my phone and wallet with me. Chaos Moon brought a small bag and the ritual offerings she had bought the day before. Of course, they were mostly easily portable stuff like paper money. Offerings such as goat skulls and chicken blood would have to wait another day...

We stopped beside the road and waited. Cold wind blasted against my body and caused me to pull my clothes in. I looked left and right and felt like I was tricked, again.

"Chaos Moon."

"Hmm?"

"Is there really no place where we can buy a bus ticket or something? Must we wait here and flag down a car?"

"There is, actually, but I’m more accustomed to this, and it’s more convenient."

"Fuck…"

……

A while later, I saw a bus in the distance and hurriedly waved my arm almost like I was calling for help. However, the sonuvabitch blitzed past us and left behind only a cloud of engine smoke.

Almost an hour later, a kindhearted uncle finally stopped their vehicle and let us in. The problem? He was driving a tractor. A tractor! What the hell is wrong with...