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The night in the countryside was exceptionally quiet.
There weren't many people in the village to begin with, and given it was late at night, the elderly of the village had surely gone to bed early, so the whole village seemed as if it had entered another world when darkness fell.
It was quiet to the point of being oppressive, even frightening.
But at the entrance of the village.
One house was somewhat out of the ordinary.
The front door of the home was open, with lights on inside.
In the center of the main hall, a crimson-lacquered coffin was neatly placed, and in front of the coffin burned two almost completely melted white candles. The flickering candlelight cast strange, shifting shadows on the surrounding walls, creating an eerie, unexplainable fear.
On the table in front of the coffin was a portrait of a young man that seemed clouded in a thick fog in the night, rendering it unclear, revealing only the silhouette in the photo.
It gave off an odd feeling.
