The armored car hummed along a rough, overgrown path, the civilized roads of the kingdom giving way to the untamed wilderness of the borderlands. The mood inside the vehicle was a strange cocktail of anxiety and annoyance. SynchroNoice, the party's newest and most questionable addition, sat nervously, occasionally letting out a soft "boop" sound to reassure himself. Bombom, meanwhile, was trying his best to ignore him, his attention focused on the dark, foreboding forest that was growing thicker on either side of the path. The Zhereke joke had fallen completely flat, and the subsequent mockery from his livestream chat had put him in a foul mood.
They finally reached the drop-off point, a small, dilapidated clearing where the path simply ceased to exist. The driver wished them luck, a hint of pity in his eyes, before quickly turning the car around and speeding back toward civilization. They were on their own.
