The door of a small wooden shack creaked open, and a blonde young man entered.
Closing the door, Daru sighed, removing his armor and storing it back in the inventory before lying on the wooden cot in the default, dirty-white tunic set.
He then grabbed a carrot, seemingly out of thin air, and began munching, turning his head to the window to his right.
He had long stopped caring about counting days and weeks.
So, he didn't really know how much time he had spent in Limbo already, though he had a rough idea.
'It doesn't matter, anyway...'
Escaping to the surface couldn't be rushed. Daru had gradually come to learn and accept this fact.
On the contrary, he would be able to return to the Surface sooner if he took things slowly, one small success at a time — exactly how Egress had been doing things, even though it was only fairly recently, after the death of their previous leader, did they learn and began strictly adhering to this strategy.
