[Zone Eleven, Eastern District, Freedom Faction, Beacon Shelter.]
A sticky sweetness floated in the air—the scent of a porridge made from sweet potatoes and potatoes.
Inside the sanctuary, people dressed in cotton clothes chatted and laughed loudly, while flames crackled in the fireplace.
Here a few vendors were selling snacks and strong liquors, people finished their rice paste and sweet potato porridge, some of them would buy a small bottle of alcohol, chatting with those next to them.
Suddenly, the chattering people became quiet, even the sound of soup spoons clinking against pots and bowls could no longer be heard.
A woman carrying a gun walked in.
Tretiya's wheat-colored hair fluttered behind her, and as the bloody light of the sunset faded from her bit by bit, a faint smell of blood emanated from her.
She was the "Arbiter" of the Beacon Sanctuary, responsible for killing those who contracted the [Missing] disease.
