(This excerpt has been written by my friend Sairento Hito. Some spot of blood is found on this meagre parchment, but I am sure that it wasn't his. Even if it is, fucker strong enough to handle it.)

Hito's Note (1/?)

14XX/5/3 Johannes Calendar

It's been two days. Two. DAYS.

-after getting off the cart, that was attacked by some…Crabs? I…I honestly have no idea what just happened, or what I should do next. Sure, the road seems safe enough that's for sure, but I have this sinking feeling that this relative peacefulness will not last. Save for a few…Monster Girls? Is that what you call them? Whatever, the Crab-like girls at the side of the beach seems much more interested with the men they caught near a small fishing pier. Their shells are surprisingly tough, but their human body are soft enough for me to smash them with the buttstock. Can't waste ammo these days. God, I wished that I packed as much ammo as Alex did. That guy packed enough to arm a small terrorist cell!

I honestly just damn glad that I managed to find this weird bracelet lying on the floor from a small red chest that I encountered next to where I woke up. It makes the other Monster Girls on the road less interested to me? Must be pheromones or some other mumbo-jumbo. Well, at least it helps me save ammunition and those poor fishermen.

So far, only one or two of those…Weird beings actually managed to see through me and eventually attacked me. Good thing I also used the same rifle that Alex carried. No way in hell I would risk cracking someone's skull open with a polymer-framed rifle. It was laughably easy to just side-step their wild swings and slam the rifle butt into their cranium. Usually, a few whacks to the noggins is all I need to scare them off. All and all, it was a pretty peaceful day nonetheless.

(Several more paragraph was written, but it was obscured by several stain of blood)

(The back of the page yielded more writing, which was thankfully intelligible despite some blood.)

Anyways, I'm honestly just glad that I took this bracelet with me. I'm alone, with very few ammos on hand, and I have no clue of my own location or the distance between me and the nearest human civilization. The old village that I passed by has no ammo to boot, but I did manage to score myself a nice steel broadsword from this one bandit that tried to mug an old chap for his daughter though. That bandit was lucky that I was there, Alex would've been less merciful.

How long have I've been walking…? 20 minutes? It wasn't long until I stumbled upon something like an old Amish village of some sort. And-. Oh my god…I regretted ever getting close to that place. It didn't take long until a sharp and pointy spear was thrown directly at me, and by either sheer luck, maybe…it went past my cheek and through my green hair. That spear grazed my cheeks, and some of the blood got onto the pages of the book in my breast pocket.

…Either way, I wasn't taking any damn chances. I'm not Alex. I quickly turned around and run off before I let those weirdoes take another shot at me with a spear. I faintly remember the village being called, um…Lud village, or something…Whatever, I'm alone, armed with a glorified club and a clunky sword, and I have no idea where the hell am I. I should've followed Alex's footstep. There's no such thing as too much ammo, as he always told me.

…Whatever. Right now, some hours have passed, and I'm currently setting up camp in an unknown area. It's quiet, there's no sign of monsters around, so I'll take this chance to recover my energy before I push on toward the port. Best place to find a friend is where people tend to congregate and trade after all…

It'll be fine, I guess…Anyways, let me just-

(It stopped here. Whatever he wrote next is in the next page. I gotta go find more. I just gotta find a way to get back to that village…)