The curtain was swaying in the cold wind, revealing a sliver of the dazzling city lights outside.
In the end, there was still nothing behind him at all. Clearly, he should have felt fortunate, yet for some reason, Silvanus felt an even stronger sense of regret welling up in his heart.
Impossible. It must be an illusion, definitely an illusion.
Thinking this, Silvanus stood up from his chair and walked toward the window to close it.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
At that moment, a loud crashing sound suddenly came from the door, as if something were repeatedly slamming against it, carrying an urgency that could not be concealed.
Silvanus froze. His hand gripping the window handle tightened so much that the knuckles of his fingers turned pale.
He let out a breath and then walked over to open the door.
"Click."
The moment the door opened, a dark blur flapped straight into the room, followed closely by a red plastic ball.
