The time is 1:50 AM on August 15th, and the night is deep; inside the brightly lit Osaka Bookstore.
Cezar sat dazedly on a chair with his head lowered, his snow-white hair obscuring his eyes.
"Mr. Black Cocoon... is he really dead?" After a long silence, he asked quietly.
But the bookstore remained deathly silent, with no one to answer his question.
At this moment, three figures leaned against the yellowed walls, slumped on the ground.
Gu Zhuo Case hung his head low, placing his only remaining left hand on his bent knee, with his face shrouded in a layer of somber shadow;
Lin Yilong rested with closed eyes expressionlessly, while Gu Qiye's head leaned against the wall, his gaze vacant as he stared quietly at the ceiling, lost in thought.
The battle suits of the three were mostly tattered and torn, revealing long, thin, blueness-black, blood-red wounds, with fragments embedded within their skin, tearing through faint flesh and blood.
