Thanks to the Autumn weather, Grove Road was a solemn road leading through a seemingly gray and dead forest.

If I had any car trouble here, I’d be screwed, without fail.

Thankfully, it wasn’t difficult to find the delivery truck; it was still there, crashed into a large tree with its doors open.

I parked Betsy nearby and made my way to the truck.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed two things.

Firstly, the truck was a wreck.

It looked like shit, and secondly, it also smelled like shit.

Christ, what the hell is that odor?

Covering my nose with my coat, I continued my investigation.

It’s only been a few hours since the accident, a day or so at best, but it smells as putrid as a decomposing whale.

Surprisingly, the truck was wet on the inside.

I craned my neck to look at the soil around the truck.

Huh, the soil was arid.

So it hadn’t rained here recently, but then looking back at the moist trucks interior… Something isn’t making sense.

Scrutinizing further, I spotted small bits of slimy moss in the corners of the truck.

Uncovering my nose for a moment, I quickly learned that this disgusting moss was the source of the foul odor.

What the hell?

I memorized a map of the area before leaving my office, so I know for a fact that the nearest connection to water is miles away.

How is it possible for the truck to be sopping wet and covered in sea moss when it’s miles away from sea?

What in God’s name happened here?