Peakwest 2 : Berserk, Blood And Peace

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Alan, still dazed and confused, continued his aimless walk through the barren land until he saw the faint glow of a campfire in the distance. As he neared the camp, he saw two figures—one sitting by there fire and another just outside a tent, tending to their gear. His steps were slow, hesitant, but something about their presence drew him in.

He walked up to them, placing his hand gently on one of their shoulders. The man jumped at the sudden touch, his body stiffening in fear as he spun around.

Hakai’s eyes widened in shock as he saw Alan standing there. Without hesitation, he drew his sword, the firelight reflecting off the blade. His stance was tense, ready for an attack.

“Wait!” Alan cried, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “I’m just here to ask for directions!”

The second man, Jack, turned around as well, his face pale and his eyes wide with disbelief. He crawled backward, stumbling over his words.

“What the hell is happening???!”

Hakai, still holding his sword, cast a glance at Jack, trying to maintain control of the situation. Jack leaned in close to him, whispering frantically, “Haven’t we heard that Muzan killed Alan in the war and threw his body into a river? How is he standing here?”

Hakai nodded slightly, though his grip on the sword didn’t loosen. “I know... Calm down.”

As Alan stood there, he noticed something odd. Jack's body was wrapped in bandages, covering his neck, arms, and chest.

“Were you attacked by an animal?” Alan asked, his voice genuinely curious. “Why are you bandaged up so much?”

Jack’s eyes flared with panic, his voice trembling. “YOU HAVE TO BE KIDD—”

“Wait, Jack,” Hakai interrupted, trying to keep the situation from spiraling out of control. He turned to face Alan fully, his sword still drawn but no longer aimed at him.

“Who are you?” Hakai asked cautiously, his voice low.

“My name?” Alan blinked, a confused expression crossing his face. “I… I don’t know.”

Hakai’s mind raced. Was this a trick? Was Alan pretending, or had something genuinely happened to him?

“Is this guy playing with us,” Hakai thought, “or did he really survive, but his brain got damaged?”

“How can you not know your own name?” Hakai asked, his voice harder now, testing Alan’s reaction.

Alan shook his head, looking more lost than ever. “I don’t remember anything. It’s like I was just born… and then I walked here.”

Jack, still crouched near the fire, stared at Alan in a mix of horror and confusion. “HAKAI! No more talking—kill him!”

But Hakai ignored Jack’s outburst. Something in Alan’s blank stare and honest tone told him this wasn’t an act. Alan was telling the truth, or at least what he believed was the truth.

“I understand,” Hakai finally said, sheathing his sword. “You want shelter, right?”

Alan nodded, a faint look of hope crossing his face. “I’d be happy with that.”

Hakai turned, signaling for Alan to follow him. “Come with me, then.”

Alan took a step forward, relief washing over him.

Jack, still sitting by the fire, looked up at Hakai with a mix of anger and sadness. “Hakai, no—”

“We’ll talk later,” Hakai said firmly, cutting Jack off. “Let’s go.”