C97 The Teammates You Play Games with Might be Evil Spirits!

The gaunt shadow behind the door slowly curled its withered, elongated fingers, its voice a raspy echo of age and weariness as it recounted the past.

"I remember it vividly—it was March 26th, three years ago. I was on a challenging tracking assignment and found myself near Blood Sun Mountain. I arrived around eight in the morning, and everything seemed peaceful