In the pitch-black forest, the campfire gradually grew dim, crackling softly, and the silence around was suffocating, not even the sound of an insect could be heard; a deathly aura pervaded the night sky, stifling one's breath. The members of the training camp that were struck by sniper bullets lay in pools of blood, soon silent, with only the slow seepage of fresh blood, the scent of which slowly diffused and mingled with the scent of death, creating an oppressively airless atmosphere.