In this house made of redwood, the furnishings are all very old.
Only the bed wrapped in red thorns looks brand new.
Rogel stepped forward.
Through the gaps in the red thorns, you could see a middle-aged man lying on the bed, also pale. Unconscious.
On his neck and near his heart, the thorny rose stems had fused with his body, showing a blood-colored glow, transporting nutrients like veins.
"The people in other houses are in the same situation."
Lina said gravely after returning from checking the other rooms.
It seems that the island is not uninhabited or completely lifeless; instead, they are all cursed like Mira, unconscious, trapped on the thorny beds.
"These rose stems seem to be extracting people's blood."
Noemi said.
"Should we cut them down?" Yas asked, frowning. "We must try to wake someone up, or we won't know anything."
"Don't rush." Rogel left the room, calmly said, "Let's split up and search. Yas, come with me to check where that group went."
