West side of the coastal town.
A winding concrete road stretched into the distance, like a gray serpent.
"Tap tap tap..."
On one side of the road, a squad was racing forward at breakneck speed.
There were five people in total, all clad in black cloaks, exuding an aura of mystery and gloom. They sped ahead, the wide hems of their cloaks billowing in irregular waves, fluttering with the wind like swirling sand in the night. With a light touch of their toes, they could dart ten meters in an instant.
Their speed was barely slower than that of a car.
The squad leader was a tall, thin man. In his pitch-black eyes, there was no excess emotion, only the anticipation of hunting his prey.
The cloaks surged like dark clouds, making a whistling, slapping sound.
