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A small forest clearing at night. Rows of thick canopy trees surround it and continue into the distance, as do many bushes and other sparser vegetation. In the center, an area of exposed and somewhat dry land in which only a few scattered small shoots of grass grow. There are also a couple of puddles of water, of different sizes. Next to the largest puddle, Alan sits, with one hand resting on the floor to support his weight and the other arm resting on his bent legs, with his soles on the ground. He is wearing a loose-fitting white tank top, grayish pants with a modest leather belt and leather boots. His clothes are weary, just like Alan's mood. His skin is covered in scratches, and his posture, although stable, denotes fatigue. His head hangs slightly downward and his gaze is serious. He has his mouth slightly open, as if taking a small grasp of air. His satchel has been left lying on one side of him. It appears to be full. Besides him on the ground, lays his sword, with its blade peaking a few centimeters out of the sheath. The edge gives off a small gleam that is also reflected in the water of the adjacent puddle, although the reflection takes on a bluish color. The entire scene has a violet and bluish tone when illuminated by the light of the night sky. Above, at the height of the treetops, the title Degaussing floats, and in the lower left corner floats the number 2.