"Ghost Head, what did you say?"
"Nothing..."
"Forget it, when we get there, you can do whatever you like. I'm not getting involved. Once we arrive, we'll go our separate ways."
Crooked Neck said this, and the others in the car remained silent. The atmosphere inside fell into a tense stillness once again, and this time, no one broke the dead silence.
The long-abandoned car rattled along the weed-covered road, its worn-out components screeching consistently as it traveled alone toward the distance.
...
Greenery spread across the mountains and fields. The once-proud skyscrapers, untouched by human feet for years, had become dilapidated under the ravages of time. Man-made decorations had peeled away, and stubborn vines climbed upward bit by bit, ultimately engulfing the bustling streets. The walls inside crumbled naturally over time, accumulating into heaps of dust, though no one could see what lay within from the outside.
