Late at night on August 23rd, a corner of the port in Hai Fan City.
A young man with black hair was wearing a black tailcoat, his left hand tucked in his pocket, and his right hand holding a Bible, standing silently atop the railing like an upright crow.
Urushibara Osamu lowered his head, quietly flipping through the pages of the book, while the reflection of a full moon glimmered on the sea's surface.
In front of him, mysterious figures with varying demeanors were dispersed around the port, their shadows elongated by the moonlight, swayed by the sea breeze.
For some unknown reason, the air was permeated with the scent of blood.
Following the scent, one could see that on each street lamp at the port, bodies were bound by bloody threads, suspending them in mid-air. Their eyes rolled back, mouths frothing, shoulders and arms hanging limp.
