The World of Masks

The morning sun was bright. The floating clouds and clear skies that flowed across the ridge seemed to bless Jack and Callie's journey. A little dewdrop on a leaf last night sparkles in the sunlight and a whistling bird comes from somewhere in the forest. It was a complete reproduction of the landscape that people drew in their dreams, longing for nature, steeped in the city's grit. The small hut that entered the surrounding forest was completely free of any distortion, even with a single fluidization drawn by a famous Western writer.

Queek.

The door to the hut is open. There was nothing strange about a beautiful fairy living in the forest, but unfortunately, it was Jack and Callie who slept through the night.

As soon as Jack and Callie left the cabin for a hot, comfortable and pleasant night, no one else would be the first to open their big bases. In modern times, the fresh air, which can be tasted only in the countryside, filled my lungs. It felt like all the waste was flying away.

"Then shall we go?"

Callie naturally folds Jack's arms. With a long forehead covering your face up to the bottom of your eyes, you couldn't see the eye area, but your open mouth was smiling single. Jack let Callie do her thing. No, I rather enjoyed it. Big breasts, like Western actors, squeeze their arms together for a soft touch. Instinctively, I felt like my penis would burst out.

"Wait, let's say hello first."

Greetings? Callie looks at Jack as she seeks answers. Jack smiles bloody and looks at one side with his fingers.

"Thank you for lending us this house."

"Oh, I forgot."

Callie claps her hands together. Then Jack and I moved to the location that Jack pointed to. Like Koala in her mother's arms, Callie moves almost as if she were clinging to Jack's arms.

Where Jack and Callie arrived, there was a large oak barrel. The owner of the cabin used to store water or liquor. But what was in that barrel was a completely different object.

Callie bows her head as she folds her arms with Jack.

"Thank you for renting out this comfortable house with 'generosity'. There was an old man, an old lady, and a little boy who looked about 10 years old."

Unlike last night, Jack laughs and smiles at Callie's hilarious gesture of greeting. Then he lowered his head slightly.

"Thank you for renting out this nice house on your own." "

Jack looks up at the oak barrel. I think I'm mistaken. I see dark red spots on the surface of the oak barrel. As if some 'red liquid' had flowed down and up, there were also quite a lot of long, dark red lines. Critically, something black popped out of the top of the oak barrel. It looked real, and it looked like "human hair." Jack touches the oak barrel to see if he found it.

"I'm a little cranky."

I grabbed it and opened the oak barrel. Immediately, the clear forest air was mixed with an unpleasant smell. Along with the smell of 'some liquid mixed with iron,' something was rotting. Jack throws the 'black thread', which seemed unappreciated, into the oak barrel. And I looked inside indifferently.

They looked at themselves as if they were grumbling against themselves. You can see three pairs of eyes inside the smelly oak barrel as if it's starting to decompose. A man, a woman, and a boy. There were three humans in total. No, I thought it would be right to say three rather than three. Bodies that were shredded to the level of dismantling as if they weren't dead delicately were jumbled so much that they couldn't tell which was theirs. The floating, rotting corpses, buried in their own blood, opened their eyes and gazed at the entrance of the barrel as if they could never forgive the man who did this.

Ordinary people will scream and make the match, or they will faint. But Jack didn't even flinch. No, I smiled faintly.

"· · · · · · · · · · · Feels bad."

At that moment, Jack pulls out the arm Callie was holding and pulls the sword out of the bracelet. And I slammed my hands down at the eyes that were staring at me.

Chop, chop!

The eyes of those looking at Jack are crushed by a sharp, heavy blade. Blood filling the barrel splatters everywhere and the corpses shuffle. The oak barrel itself was shaken violently once, and soon it was silent.

"What's the matter?"

Callie wonders at Jack's sudden behavior. Jack pulls out his sword as if it were nothing.

"You're staring at me like a bitch."

"I beg your pardon?"

Callie is furious. She dares to look for her god, no matter how many dead. Callie's eyes turn black.

Exactly.

Callie flicks her fingers lightly. At the same time.

Phew. Phew.

The grove around the hut begins to turn upside down. Something rises through the ground as if it were exploding beneath the soil.

It was a monster's bone.

The shapes were varied as if they were not monsters of the same species, but they had something in common. He was doing very well despite his lack of muscle and leather, and his hollow pupils were glittering with a sheer naturalization. It was just a skeleton from a novel or a movie.

Boom. Boom.

The skeletons that clash their teeth and squeal as Callie's hands gather around her. Callie points her finger at the oak barrel containing the bodies of her family.

"Crush it without a trace!"

Scared of Callie's words, the skeletons rush at you. Then I broke the oak barrels and started to grind up what was inside.

Blood and rotten flesh spattered everywhere. Jack and Callie slaughtered all over the body, and three people who lost their lives were ultimately trampled under the feet of the last skeletons.

Jack and Callie were already out before the skeletons could reach them. Next to the scattering skeletons, if there's any blood, it's a mess. The armor you were wearing was your regular clothes, not your 'work' clothes. I didn't want to fry the blood separately.

"I stared at my master. Those bastards are going to hell."

Jack places his hand on Callie's grumbling head at his side.

"But they're so grateful to us for lending them their homes, don't you think? That's why I deliberately didn't absorb life force and let my family be together like that."

"No, my lord. Those things definitely need to fix habits."

They were the two who did something to completely shred the bodies they killed, but the conversation sounded like a conversation that was just too much for the rude.

The skeletons who faithfully executed Callie's orders are slowly approaching. White bones were suddenly covered in red blood and rotting flesh. The skeletons stand in a circle around the two as if they were in a designated position. It was like escorts escorting the owner.

"Then I guess we're done. Let's go."

"Yes. I don't want to spend another second in a place like that."

Callie steps to the side of Huddak Jack and crosses her arms again.

"You must be doing some reconnaissance, right?"

Jack glances up and says, It is important to be invisible to other humans as long as they escort and accompany Skeleton's uncomfortable presence.

"Don't worry. He's got a lot of vision. You never miss a human."

Callie looks up at Jack as she speaks. A small dot was circling the sky from afar. It floats so high that it's just a bird. 'The only speculation was that Jack and Callie were circling around more than a certain distance.

"If you're nervous, make some more. Or there's a way to catch the elusive beasts and have them scout them."

Jack nods at Callie's offer and takes a step. Callie, who was as close to Jack as gum on an asphalt, often walked next to him. Then I started talking to Jack about things. It was always a pleasure talking to God. Jack walks back and forth as if he wasn't such a nuisance.

The herpes of skeletons move slowly, circling around them, following the creatures that must be protected.