Moving Alice

Owain City, near the end of the winter.

Dry trees, loneliness, and coldness.

After pushing Alexander, Johnson, and Yongen to their end, John only obtained a short respite.

But immediately after, what enveloped the top of his head and appeared in his eyes was an even denser dark sky filled with dense dark clouds that blotted out the sky.

The longer the history of this world was, the more the number of people occupying high positions in the shadows and the more unshakable their positions were.

The road ahead was blocked, so the people who came later could only be regarded as pigs being harvested.

The meaning of life for those later people was to be cut into pieces and then taken to the town and sold away.

Owain City Police Headquarters.

As soon as John appeared and walked out of the shadows, he was instantly noticed by many gazes.

He stopped in front of the main entrance.

John glanced behind him.