To the boy, everything in front of him felt like a nightmare.
Ah...… it's hopeless.
He slumped in the deserted alley, despairingly watching the dim passageway ahead. It was clearly daytime, and as long as he walked out of here, he could return to the bustling, crowded streets. But at this moment, the boy could do nothing because there was an obstacle blocking him from his ordinary daily life.
It was a man.
Or rather, he looked like a man.
He wore human clothing, and his appearance wasn't much different from that of a human. But at this moment, the man's eyes were swollen, blue tears streaming from his eye sockets, leaving eerie tear marks on his cheeks. In his hand, he held a sharp kitchen knife, and with the saliva dripping from his mouth, at first glance, he looked like a mad murderer.
No, or actually, he was indeed a mad murderer.
