In the sky, the bright moon had disappeared, leaving only a cold light piercing through a district shrouded in fog.
These buildings were tall, decayed, and covered in dust; they seemed to have been abandoned for many years.
Strangely, this seemed to be a corner of Old locust tree street, but there wasn't a single resident in sight, rendering it eerily desolate and silent.
Tap, tap!
Tap, tap!
The sound of running footsteps echoed, as a girl's figure sprinted up to the rooftop of a residential building, took a run-up, and leapt fiercely, landing on the rooftop of another building.
Behind her was an unknown detective who was a step too slow and let out a cry of despair as he was dragged into the darkness; his voice quickly vanished.
"The spirits here... they appear at the witching hour!"
Yamamura Xiaoyezi darted into the building, desperately seeking a place to hide.
"Then... it drags anyone who sees it or is seen by it into this space..."
