Wei-Zhi Liao

In this damp cold night, a man wandered in the dark woods. The overcast sky hid the moonlight, so the trail was invisible to the human eyes. It rained a few minutes before. The soft soil on the ground, covering with the fallen leaves, muffled the sound when he walked. The man heeding his own breath suddenly realized something abnormal in this wood --- too quiet, even the owl was gone. The eerie silence woke his fear, reminding him of the night, which was called Bloody Moon afterward. If I stop, I will lose the courage to advance again, the man thought. The tree was pressing close, scratching his arms, his legs, and the hidden roots almost trapping his feet. A few hours ago, he was with h