Because his classmate, George, invited Morphy to play in the abandoned sawmill after they had finished visiting the exhibition, by the time Morphy returned home to his humble shanty at 69 Black Iron Street, a faint shadow of the purple moon had already emerged in the sky.
"The Purple Moon..."
Morphy muttered to himself, quickened his pace, entered the house, shut the door, and then finally let out a sigh of relief.
In the legends, the purple moon is often equated with evil; for instance, hooligans and killers like to act at night.
Hence, people in this world, unless necessary, would not leave their homes when night falls.
"Morphy? You're back; why so late? What if you encounter the 'Black Moon'?"
A voice of a young woman came from the next room - it was his sister Joanne.
The so-called 'Black Moon' refers to those few days without any moonlight. In the sheer darkness, unspeakable horrors are born, and those who disappear in this period never leave a single trace behind.
