The bird flapped its wings in a desperate attempt, but it became entangled in a silver thread and, after a few futile flutters, it gave up. Instead, it managed to completely crush a table that was already somewhat broken.
The bird: "..."
Suddenly, the air fell silent.
Chuzheng reiterated, "You did this."
It wasn't until now that the bird realized it had been caught.
From outside came the sudden sound of a whistle, to which the bird cried out in response.
"You have accomplices?" Chuzheng scoffed. Just how stupid could this bird and its accomplices be?
The bird: "..."
Chuzheng looked out the window, where the crescent moon was veiled by clouds, softly draping the world in a misty shroud.
Vague figures stood suspended in the air outside the window, stationed at intervals to form a semicircular encirclement around the building.
The streets, which should have been noisy, were now eerily silent.
As if all the people in the city had vanished.
