The location was so familiar that when I saw the body under the white cloth, I panicked for a moment.

I still remembered the story she told me, but why would she commit suicide?

Who was she from the story she told me?

I had no other way to know. After seeing the people who should be seen, there was no regret that there was a hidden place called Spirit of the Wood next to Greenville.

The people there were devoted Christians. The road into the mountain was steep. It was the place where their church was settled which was carrying countless relieved souls.

Some people go to the mountain...