Red Driver surveyed the surrounding bushes and slowly stopped, his chest heaving due to heavy panting.
He had rushed too much while escaping and failed to pay attention to the positions of others, accidentally becoming separated.
Holding the Task Battery in his hand and flanked by Pocket Monsters like the Fire Mouse and Pichu at his feet.
These little creatures were trained not to make noise, but they had just witnessed the cruel murder of their companion, the Explosive Monkey, leaving them in low spirits.
Red Driver touched his Pocket Monster with mixed feelings, thinking about how hellish it was that the killing field was full of dangers and inexplicable phenomena.
Even dying cleanly wouldn't be the worst outcome.
After a brief moment of sadness, Red Driver's expression turned serious again as he began to ponder countermeasures.
The killing field wouldn't issue a definitely fatal task; there must be one or more ways to complete the mission.
