In Australia, three hours ahead of the Imperial City, a light drizzle was falling. The moisture condensed into a thin mist, forming a hazy veil.
Behind a certain Gothic-style European building, there was a narrow alleyway. Midnight fell like an ominous shroud, making the already pitch-dark place even more terrifying.
"Bang—"
One gunshot after another rang out, echoing through the silent alley like a symphony of death, its oppressive sound sending chills down the spine.
At the corner piled high with cardboard boxes, several male corpses lay there quietly. The spots between their brows and over their hearts had bloody holes, still oozing with fresh blood.
The man standing nearby gazed at the scene impassively, letting out a faint chuckle as he leaned back against the damp wall, visibly relaxed.
He bit onto the black leather glove on his left hand, clenching his jaw to pull it off, revealing pale and elegantly long fingers.
