The sky was gray, with not a single ray of sunlight piercing through. The desolate streets were littered with various items. It was as if, after a moment of panic, the residents had all fled, leaving behind only the things they hadn't managed to take with them.
The wind was blowing, like ghosts and gods howling in rage.
Inside an abandoned shop, a middle-aged man stained with blood looked around vigilantly, not daring to let his guard down. Only after the sound of the wind died down did he let out a long sigh of relief.
