I Became A Ghost In A Horror Game

Troyes, France.

Indeed, the buildings that exude a medieval aroma and the symbolic statues made me understand why tourists from abroad take so many photos.

I stopped leaving footprints on the internet back in elementary school, but maybe I should start again with this opportunity?

Thinking that, I walked lightly on the spacious streets, wider than those in the heart of Korea.

There are many beautiful cafes among the antiquated buildings here and there, and especially, promotional boards with pictures of sweet-looking foods catch the eye.

A slightly worn classic music concert flyer was rolling on the ground, so I picked it up and put it in my pocket mirror.

"Somehow, I feel excited... I didn't come here to leisurely play around, but the mood isn't bad."

I took a deep breath and enjoyed the unfamiliar air.

"It would have been even better if the air carried the smell of freshly baked bread... Instead of this damp forest scent."