Final Era: August 13, 2119 A.D

Selina, Kansas, USA

It was midnight, and Allen was still walking down the stairs to the basement. He used his flashlight to shine on the stairwell from time to time, but he couldn't see the bottom or find the source of his cry. He sees the Sindark Mansion as just another victim of the fall of Kansas, and Grammie fiercely suppresses him whenever he wants to turn back.

Allen sat on the steps.

"Man, I'm tired," he said, as he tried to rummage through his pocket for a bag of federally certified meat. "Gramms, I hope you don't mind, I need to eat something." He stood up and groped for the railing in the darkness as he poked into the abyss. "Hey, Miss, you're hungry." He squeezed some meat out of the tube. The meat fell down to somewhere below, making a slimy sound.

"Hey, look! We're almost there. He tore open a packet as he spoke, gobbling down the pink fiber. That's a good thing. ”

He leaned against the railing again and turned on his flashlight for a few moments, making sure there were no scattered beams to wake Shadowmen up. Even so, he felt an uncomfortable jerk on his wrist as he turned off the flashlight. A sharp chill crept up his spine. "Damn, why are there people everywhere?"

He shook his head and stretched before picking up his bag. "Let's get this done, hey, ma'am, woman-——, I'm commin' round the mountain"

"Don't." A voice called out, and Allen stopped, scanning the darkness aimlessly. "Hey, you're not that shy. Are you a monster? Because I don't like monsters. Well, I mean, I have friends, but you're usually horrible-"

"Shut up! Shut up and leave! A hoarse female voice interrupted him. I'm afraid I can't. He replied indignantly, shaking his heels and walking quickly down the stairs. My Gramms wouldn't let me do that. ”

"It's back." He said in a deep voice.

Suddenly, the air was very cold, and Allen felt gusts of wind blow behind him. He wrapped a flashlight around the railing with one hand. "I see you!" He shouted, but the unhappy face just stared at him without answering. Given that it doesn't have a mouth, it's a bit difficult to answer this question.

He sat slumped for the first moment, but he fell backwards, at which point he let out a high-pitched scream. "Stay away from me!" His voice faded as he fell, rolling in the darkness and failing to grasp the railing several times. He slammed straight into the corner of the stairs, clumsily balancing into a jogging stance. "! Grammie！ You little bitch! He screamed. That's a terrible idea! ”

Grammie doesn't seem to notice the impending danger and starts slapping him. The enforcers kept putting life advice into his mouth. "Mmmmmm He limped down the stairs in a hurry.

Finally, the collision with another wall makes him realize that this is the end of the stairwell. As the lights in the corner came on, Grammie stopped slapping him. He saw something glaring at him on the stairs above him and a human-looking woman standing in the corner.

"You, hello," said the woman with a dirty face, revealing the palm of one hand to him. Nice to meet you. But I'm sorry, we shouldn't have much to talk about. ”

This place has a sofa, a TV, and a kitchenette. There is a half-open door that leads to a bathroom and a windowsill with a view of some soothing concrete buildings. He rubbed his head and slowly stood up. "Do you live here? That's too bad. ”

The woman shrugged.

Allen looked up and saw the thing's spinning head staring at him as it slid down the stairs. As it approached the light, Allen saw its numerous appendages wriggling along the wall, one on top of the other.

"This thing isn't trying to kill me, is it?" By the time Allen asked, the thing had reached the second staircase.

"Yes. It really is trying to kill you," she told the truth, gesturing to a corner of a raging orange garment full of bones and tattered.

Allen pulled out his bat and prepared for the worst.

"Like I said, I'm really sorry for that, but when you get to know it, you'll understand that it's really good."

"Be your ...... A sucker! He screamed in pain as it jumped up the railing of the staircase and smashed directly at him. Allen waved his bat...... But nothing happened, the thing just hovered above him, letting out a low, hungry moan. "What the hell?"

The contents of the stairwell were choked by the throat by an angry-looking enforcer. It's strange how Allen knows that a hand is angry. Another enforcer dragged Allen's baseball bat a few feet away from the thing's face.

"Give it back to me, Grammy! I'll it!" He cried out helplessly, only to notice that his elbow was already next to his ear. "I thought you were in a corner or something! Leave me! “

But Grammie didn't say yes, because something in the stairwell was very, very bad, and needed to be taught a lesson. The mass screamed as the Enforcer's left hand grabbed it by the throat and the right slammed into its shapeless face in waves. Two more enforcers appeared and pinched Allen's nose and began tearing the thing's limbs. The fourth hand tore off a leg and handed it to the hand that had just emerged from Allen's mouth to join the fight. It used the leg as a makeshift weapon, smashing a bunch of organs out of the thing's body.

When all that should be said said and what should be done is done, the other two hands do not know from ...... Out of nowhere, helping to drag away the mess, Allen let out a muffled scream.

Note: "I'm commin' round the mountain" is a foreign nursery rhyme, I'm afraid you can't understand the original text.