The rainy night of dawn.
Like a deluge of dark ink, soaking the entire world.
Two beams of light struggled to pierce through the darkness, drawing near from afar.
A white refrigerated truck bumbled along the muddy dirt road amidst the downpour.
The wheels constantly rolled over puddles, splashing high plumes of mud.
Finally, it came to a stop outside a slightly outdated slaughterhouse.
This place belonged to a suburban village, surrounded by some farmland and scattered houses, without even a streetlamp.
Almost as soon as the truck engine shut off, a barrage of barking erupted within the slaughterhouse, instantly shattering the surrounding silence.
The sound didn't resemble the alert of ordinary house dogs to a threat from a visitor.
But rather like domesticated wild beasts, full of repressed excitement and bloodthirsty longing, piercing through the rain, drifting into the ears, sounding especially eerie.
The truck door opened, and a man in dark workwear jumped down.
