Chapter 22: Puck Land 01
The group stood before the entrance of Puck Land, an amusement park whose quaint façade had been damage by time.
A giant wooden clown loomed above the main gate. Its jaw hung open, as if frozen in a scream.
Dante, arms crossed, stared at the structure with stoic indifference.
Beside him, Lexie, her expression hard, checked the hidden blades under her leather jacket.
Milo stood slightly apart, hands in his pockets, eyes downcast, shrouded in internal turmoil.
Helena, the last to arrive, pulled her jacket tightly around herself, visibly uneasy.
— "Is it really necessary to come here at night ?" she asked hesitantly. "This park’s been abandoned for ages..."
— "According to Rowen’s intel, our target isn’t human. It is this park," Lexie replied bluntly, her gaze fixed on the rusted gate.
— "We’ll know once we’re inside," Dante cut in. "Move."
Without waiting, he placed a hand on the creaking gates.
At his touch, a loud click echoed—and the gates, as if moved by their own will, swung open suddenly, releasing a foul stench of rot and decayed sugar.