The place was seen as a sanctuary, the last bastion of the people in the middle of the night - there is no way to know when this perception came about, and when I came here, and went to other places, to remind others that there was such a place, I never thought about whether this gathering place was safe or not. No, I should say that I subconsciously thought that this strange gathering place where I was located was a shelter in the true sense of the word. And others have never refuted this with words or actions.

They quickly accepted and came to the gathering place with me or on their own.

In retrospect, there was always a feeling that "because I think this is a gathering place, a shelter, it became a gathering place and a shelter." This is somewhat self-righteous thinking.

However, it is an indisputable fact that today's gathering place is regarded by many as the last refuge. Far more people have come here than I have seen in the gathering places in the past. When I'm not here, the situation here is still evolving, how many people are there today? I don't know very well.

What I do know is that people who are already in the gathering place, or those who come to the gathering place later, will find a place of their own here, and under normal circumstances, this place of residence will never be a house of worship. These people resist going to the chapel, like followers of one religion, refusing to enter other religions. I don't know if they are believers or not, but this rejection is extremely resolute.

They want to stay in their chosen place of residence and refuse to have contact with any outsiders. And before they came here, their attitude was not so blunt. They may frolic in their dwellings, mingle, and do something that they hear from the outside. It's a bit of a bizarre behavior, but they don't want to share it with anyone outside of their home. Even if they are cheerful and receptive to opinions when they first come into contact with them, as soon as you walk into the dwelling of this gathering place, it will be like a different person.

I used to make associations on a psychological level. To see these abodes, and the act of staying in them and rejecting all outsiders, as a kind of inner refraction of closed self-preservation, but whether or not this is the case, it is possible that there are changes in the dwellings that I do not know about, all of which I can not find out now.

Because. I can't destroy the dwelling here.

In such a conscious world, in most cases, even if the Hunter Seal is limited to maximize the power of the Demonic Pattern, but, judging by the appearance of these structures alone, it is not enough to withstand my attacks - however, the truth is. Unless someone inside takes me in and opens the door from within. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to enter even if the doors and windows were open.

There is a hidden power that is denying me entry, refusing my contact. They can hear me, but. In many cases, there is not much to be conveyed by sound alone.

In my opinion, such a closure, if not a refraction of the mentality, is extremely dangerous in itself. They lock themselves up in one place, even if they change. also can not get help in the environment. However, my thoughts are probably the opposite of what they think.

I talked to them and understood from their emotions that they rejected outsiders precisely because they were afraid that outsiders would bring something bad.

They don't think they need my help. No, it should be said, maybe help, but this help is best isolated from the residence.

Therefore, in many cases, if I reach out and offer help, there will be a feeling that I am forcing them to accept help...... It's not a good feeling.

Even so, I regularly banged on their doors to confirm their condition through the reactions from inside the residence. Their reactions, of course, were violent, angry, and even hostile. I accepted all these resistance and hostility, and I didn't want to ignore them completely just because of their bad attitude, and maybe after the accident, I would regret the preconceptions and miss something.

Yes, no one asked me to do that, and they had only checked the situation at the gathering place. There are many people who didn't come here under my guidance at all. For the inhabitants of this place, there is a force in the dark that motivates them to behave accordingly. It seems natural, but I'm well aware that there's no such thing as "natural" in the true sense of the word.

All my actions come from myself and are not expected by others.

No, if anyone is really looking forward to it, then maybe it's the humanoid system. Talking to her, I have a little bit of a change of opinion and confusion about her existence, the color system should be repulsing me now, but the human form seems to be not. She is the only one who can bring me a touch of intimate comfort in this deepest night. I don't know if this intimacy and comfort is an illusion, but I like to think it's real.

I do something to keep myself from regretting, but I am not expected, I am not understood, and I am even resisted, feared, and some people are hostile because of this. This has not been the case for a long time. In the past apocalyptic illusions, such things were often encountered in similar situations.

People, surrounded by fear and despair, have a huge shadow that makes people disbelieve in anyone but themselves. I think that the more times like this, the more you need help from others, there are many people who know that they can't do it.

I walked through the alleyways, surveying all the lights and all the shadows in my view. The light implies that there are people in the dwelling, and the shadows are constantly surging ominous, as if peeking at all the figures reflected in the light. The surrounding light was rapidly fading away at a palpable rate, like the last scene of a sunset, but there was no sun in this nightmare of the deepest night.

The sphere hanging heavily in the air looked more like the moon than the sun, but it was not really the moon, but just some kind of mysterious appearance. For the inhabitants of this nightmare, whether they have actually seen the sun or not is only imaginary. What I could understand from them was that they seemed to have been waiting for the night to come. No one knows exactly what happened in the last deepest night, but everyone knows that people are going to die in great terror. It's as if they were born knowing a prophecy, and their lives exist only in the time of "one deepest night."

However, a deepest night from the omen to the end. How long will it last? No one can count.

"I don't know why you're knocking on the door, do you want to ask for something to eat? But alas, we don't have anything here! "I'm not going to open the door, let's go, hunter." Go away! ”

Look, that's the attitude. There are some worse ones, even mocking my actions.

"Behold, this is a hunter. What the hell is a hunter? Are you going to hunt us? You're going to kill. It's the monsters or the people of us. "There are a lot of things like that.

In my opinion, the best attitude is, of course, that they don't say a word, but just make a sound with their actions to tell me that they are still alive.

However, while such exclusion can be seen everywhere, however. There are people who really want me to do something for them.

When I turned into a new laneway. Women who have had many exchanges, prayed for me in the back of the room. The candlelight lit in her room perfectly imprints the silhouette of a vase of flowers on the window glass. I could seem to smell the fragrance of the flower.

"Is it a hunter? Ah, thank you for being here. She said, "I feel a little relieved to see you here." ”

"If something happens. If I'm not there, you can choose to go to the chapel, and maybe you can find companions there. I replied, however, that the situation in the chapel was not rosy either. I do not know. Which of the people in the chapel, or those who choose to hide in their own dwellings, will live longer? I'm just telling this woman that there's another option. "I don't want to leave." Sure enough, her answer, as always, "It smells of home, and I think of my mother...... She is a kind-hearted woman. If at that time, she didn't go to church to inform the others......" At this point, she whimpered and began to cry.

There didn't seem to be anything counterintuitive about her reaction, but from the very beginning of my contact with her, she was no different from the others, and they all gave me a strange sense of pathology. If I stay here, she'll talk to me about more things that don't concern me, and what she says is like she's witnessing it herself. And if I choose to leave, she won't do more to stay.

When I left, she was still repeating what she had said more than three times, and it was as if she had no other lines.

Then came the more familiar two, a man with a snarky tone, a gentle and indifferent young woman who lived in the most elaborate bungalow in the gathering. These two people are more receptive to the existence of the "deepest night" than the others in terms of the way they talk. Moreover, they have been here for a long time, and they are considered natives of the colony, and they have a very different sense of familiarity with the hunter "Old Hawk", who is also from this colony.

When I first came here, these two people were the first to talk to me. I still remember the situation at that time, I reported the name of Old Hawke, and they found out that Old Hawke was dead. Even so, they didn't have much sadness, as if the death and inheritance of the hunter was a matter of course.

The man, at one point, mocked the fact that "old Hawke buried himself in the grave". He seems to want to mock everything, a matter of habit, not a real attitude.

"Look, I said we're meeting again." The man's voice sounded before I approached the room. On the other side, a young woman's voice was heard: "Your Excellency Hunter, do you have any good news?" ”

"It's a pity." I shook my head and said, "I'm still going out, and if you guys have something that you can't solve, maybe you can leave the house and go to the chapel for help." ”

"Stupid! Idiot! If you open the door, you'll only be invited to the door. I'm not a hunter, but if I take half a step out of the door, I'll be eaten by monsters who don't know where to hide. The man, like everyone else, dismissed the suggestion, "Don't you still understand?" Hunter. These monsters can't be killed. Maybe you're great and you've killed a lot of monsters, but you won't always be so strong and lucky. The depths of the deepest night invite something terrible, something that humanity can never overcome. ”

"How much do you know? About that invincible thing. I asked sensitively. The monster of this nightmare will not die completely until the end of the night, and this is not new information. However, the man's reference to "impossible monsters" further confirmed my suspicions. Because of imagination, inference, and speculation, I am not surprised by what men say, but I am not dismissive either.

"Ah, what a hopeless madman." That's what he muttered about me.

The young woman on the other side seemed to know the situation, and spoke for him: "I don't think we will be able to survive this last night this time, no matter what. But has anyone really made it through the night before? After all, why does the deepest night exist? She asked this question, and then said to me, "This is what old Hawke said, there are invincible monsters that will appear in this deepest night, this will be the last deepest night, the sun will never rise again the next day, and everyone will usher in the final end." I don't know why he was so sure, but he went to a tall tower in the distance, and when he came back, it became like this. He seems to have found something in the Tower, and I don't know what he left for you, Hunter. I don't think he's expecting anything from you to change. ”

The young woman's indifferent voice seemed to have given up on minding these "death", "helplessness" and "fear", as if she had nothing to desire, and did not think that it was the right choice to care about these things. Even so, she told me something: "Old Hawk had been badly wounded, and I heard that another old hunter had wounded him, and he said that all the people who went to the Tower were crazy, and of course, in my opinion, himself. So, I heard that he buried himself...... There's nothing strange about that. Even so, I believe some of the things he says. Because, that was the answer he finally found as a hunter. He had been looking for an answer all his life, and it turned out that it drove him crazy, which was really pitiful. (To be continued......)