Within the Forest of the Strong, a detective little girl and a golden glasses man sat around a campfire.
"We're running low on food."
The detective little girl sighed, her once clean face now smeared with dust. Just ten minutes ago, they had encountered several 'guests,' and the food these guests carried caught their attention, prompting them to make a move.
The outcome wasn't great; they didn't manage to snatch any food, and the glasses man nearly lost his life. Those 'guests' could burrow underground, disappearing completely once they entered the earth. Their escape was somewhat lucky.
"Next time, we need to be more careful with our targets. We..."
The golden glasses man tilted his head, looking toward a sound in the distance.
"Something's not right."
Just as the glasses man finished speaking, two figures rushed forward, and upon seeing one of them, the detective girl tensed up.
"Could he be trying to reduce the number of gamers?"
