The way people succumb to the erosion zones is almost always the same.


    They grow quiet.


    They lose their energy.


    They sit there, frozen in place, staring blankly into the distance—like plants.@@@@


    Then, one day, they just disappear.


    No one knows where the ones who’ve lost their minds to the madness of erosion go.


    Some say they wander off to die alone, like elephants seeking their graveyards.


    Others claim they’re drawn to even deeper erosion zones, their bodies taken by whatever force governs those cursed lands.


    But from what I’ve seen firsthand, those who succumb to erosion literally disappear.


    The room was hot. Stifling.


    His lifeless eyes stared into nothingness.


    "Jong-beom."


    I called his name.


    No response.


    I didn’t call it a second time.


    Even calling it once was out of character for me.


    Because the moment I saw him, I knew—


    Hong Jong-beom had been consumed by the madness of erosion.


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