Screeeech—Screeeech—
The old wooden wheels crushed the snow lining the forest path, emitting a sound akin to a mournful groan.
Aside from that, there was the wind, the scraping of sharp claws, and hoarse, guttural meowing.
Nachi Akimichi slowly awakened amidst this chaotic symphony of noises.
She remembered that she had been waiting at the Mount Hakkoda platform for her good friend Kanoya to arrive.
But what happened after that—she seemed to have no memory at all.
And… where was this place now!?
Lying flat on her back, all she could see was above—dim light and towering, dense tree shadows that whipped past at full speed.
Nachi Akimichi felt nothing but relentless jolting.
She gathered her senses with difficulty, struggling to turn her neck.
She seemed to be lying on a very crude wooden cart?
That seemed correct—a wooden cart.
The crude wooden planks bore golden inscriptions, oddly familiar, as if she'd seen them somewhere before.
She looked to the side.
