C127 Burial site

Even though the night wind was blowing gently, I could still hear my own heartbeat. This kind of feeling is too weird.

I'm a pervert, I specialize in capturing ghosts and sending them away. Why would I be afraid?

I know it's embarrassing, but I'm really scared.

The rubble was still piled up messily. It seemed that even after such a long time had passed, no one was able to clean it up