C532 Accidental harvest

The room where my fate had been changed was on the fourth floor, on the rotting wooden stairs, and I could hear the crunching in my ears. I was all too familiar with it.

"Host, why do I feel like you've been here before? They seem to be familiar with the road. " Truman was right behind me, and he wasn't to be blamed. Anyone who saw what I was doing would be puzzled.

This was a deep dream