"Tao… what's going on outside?"
Only a few dozen seconds might have passed.
But Mr. Sun's heart was already in his throat.
Yet, everything outside was eerily quiet now.
As if nothing had happened at all.
After a long moment, he gathered his courage and asked.
But just as the words left his mouth,
THUD—
A muffled crash echoed from downstairs.
It was particularly jarring in the strange, silent night.
Without a word, Sun Tao sprinted toward the balcony.
Mr. Sun followed close behind, peering cautiously downstairs.
They didn't live on a high floor, only the sixth.
The streetlights in the complex faintly illuminated the scene below.
A person in a security guard's uniform was lying face down on the ground.
Soon, another person appeared nearby.
He seemed to be checking if the guard was dead or alive.
Then, the person looked up toward their floor.
In that instant, Sun Tao's eyes met his.
He was wearing a Black Impermanence mask and an all-black tracksuit.
