"I really can't win..."
Leon sat up with a tired look and glanced around. All around him was still a wasteland of ruined buildings, and the Dark Ring hung high in the Skyrim.
From where he was, he could still see the Pilgrim Granny with the big lid on her back, still standing not far away, staring up at the sky.
For fuck's sake, he'd come back to where the dream started again!
Leon flopped backward with a "pa" onto the ground, staring blankly up at the gathering place's dim yellow sky, not having the energy to react in any other way for the moment.
Since he hadn't found a single bonfire yet in his exploration of the gathering place, dying meant he'd resurrect here, at this very first starting point.
And this crappy place was a long, long way from the Demon Prince's boss arena... way farther than running from the gate of Fran Fort to the Fran Undead Team.
