A gunshot rang out. A man fell to the ground, blood gushing from his body, silent and unmoving.
They walked down a street where such scenes were all too common. One moment someone was strolling along, the next moment a butcher's blade descended, heads dropped to the ground, souls sent to the underworld.
Blood and sin mingled together, creating an unbearable sight of filth. The cheerful twittering of the red-feathered birds and the falling of their feathers did not add a touch of desolation Chen Chaoyang so desperately wished for. Instead, they lent an eerie beauty to this dystopian world.
Why is this so?
All along their journey, the quartet saw nothing but oppressive darkness and shades of red. Every so often, they'd see a pile of corpses, as tall as a small hill, being dragged away on carts like so much garbage.
