Apparently, a pacifist host exist

South of Alina City. Specifically, in the abandoned mental hospital there.

It was a very eerie night.

Moonless.

Starless.

Clouds were so thick people would just be compelled to wonder when the rain would fall down raging from above.

Under the blanket of the pure black sky, a man covered in thick layers of clothes walked into the small gate entrance escorted by one of the staffs manning this weird and uncanny place.

Lights were on ahead.

But on the pathways where they were currently, only the scant illumination from the masked escort's flashlight allowed the older man not to accidentally trip on stones or anything unspeakable that could cause one to slip and fall down.

"It's been three years since I last saw you. How can you stand guarding this place? Everyone here is either lunatic or sociopathic. Look, the place is so spooky too. When are you going to resign?"

Out of boredom, the older man, Conrad McArthney began to tal