Colin appeared in a decaying wooden house.
Cold, damp and dilapidated.
This was Colin's first impression of the interior of the cabin.
Then he subconsciously looked out the glass window and he saw... fog.
Endless gray fog obscured the sky and the earth outside the window, leaving Colin unable to see anything except the fog.
Moreover, this gray fog seemed to have some kind of activity, flowing silently in the disturbing silence.
Colin's intuition told him that the gray fog was extremely dangerous. If he dared to leave the cabin and enter the gray fog, the only outcome would be death.
In a state of intense uneasiness, Colin withdrew his gaze.
At this moment, he realized that he was lying on a wooden bed and had been lying there for an unknown amount of time.
Colin sat up amid the creaking sound of the wooden bed as if it could not bear the weight.
"How on earth did I end up here?"
Colin pinched his forehead, trying to find out why he was here, but unfortunately, he found nothing.
The memory is missing a key part, as if it was erased by some force.
All he could remember was his life experience of having no family affection.
This made Colin feel uneasy and frightened, but soon his attention was diverted by other things.
Those are two things placed on the table.
A lantern with a dark red candle and a leather scroll.
They looked as if they were placed there deliberately by someone, and anyone who stood up could see them.
Colin did not act rashly, but looked at the two things and began to think.
Regardless of the purpose of the person behind all this, judging from the remaining materials, it doesn't look like he wants to kill him...
But before Colin could figure out anything, a line of white words suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, no, to be exact, in his brain.
[This is an old-style lantern, and the fuel it burns is not kerosene, but a substance that looks like blood.]
The sudden appearance of the information startled Colin, and he shrank back, while the information disappeared from his mind at the same time.
"This is... "
Colin came back to his senses and suddenly realized that as long as he stared at something for a few seconds and thought about it, related "hints" would appear in his brain.
What just appeared was the "prompt" that I triggered inadvertently.
Then Colin looked at the lantern again, and soon the information just now appeared in front of him.
[This is an old-style lantern, and the fuel it burns is not kerosene, but a substance that looks like blood.]
A line of words appeared, and just when Colin thought that was all and was about to look away to examine the scroll, another line of words appeared in his mind.
[You realize that this is probably something very important, but there is no prop to light an open flame in the house, so how can you light it? Looking at the bright red **, you ponder, maybe you can try to drop a drop of blood on it? ]
[Attention! You will notice that it can only burn for one hour!]
"I don't want you to feel it, I want me to feel it,"
Colin grumbled something, then whispered, "A lantern lit with blood, so what is its purpose?"