Although they sensed something was wrong, they were more worried that the murderous man would come after them. "Split up! If even one of us gets away, that's enough!"
They struggled through the thick snow, scattering in every direction, but soon they were lost in the vast, swirling blizzard.
The wind grew stronger, whipping so fiercely that they could barely keep their eyes open. What they found even harder to understand was that this street wasn't very long—so why had they been walking for so long without finding an exit?
They took out their phones to call for help, but there was no signal.
"Stay calm!" one of them panted, bracing a hand against an old wooden utility pole by the roadside as he tensely scanned their surroundings. "This looks like a new paranormal incident. I just don't know if..."
Before he could finish, a scream cut him off. His teammate looked up at the spot beside him, face deathly pale, mouth hanging slightly open, unable to say a word.
A sudden sense of dread washed over him. The utility pole beneath his hand shifted for no reason. When he came to his senses, he finally saw that it wasn't a utility pole at all, but a withered leg, like a rotting tree trunk.
It belonged to an enormous giant shaped like a dried corpse.
The giant lurked in the blizzard, its lantern-like eyes flickering with a dim green light as it stared down at them. Its other leg lifted from the snow and strode over from across the street, covering more than ten meters in a single step before crushing his teammate beneath its foot.
His teammate didn't even manage to cry for help before he was crushed into a pool of flesh and blood. The next moment, a