On a rainy dark, translucent blood on the ground can't be washed away, crimson mist has risen. The ground undulated because of the pockmarked corpses. The rise of the post-war baby boom could only be counterbalanced by the number of people in a town that was blood-stained in England.

Every time cops in town receive the notifications and move to the crime scene, there's always a Dead Sea of Blood described as much as killing, Most of the bodies are prostitutes and women. Damon Lotsov was the old-fashioned sheriff who was in the age of 60 but there's life in the old dog yet.

This horrific serial massacre was Damon's greatest challenge, and as of that day, there is still no progress in the case.

"Sir, we found this on site."

 A young deputy sheriff, Edward Glenn, handed Damon a curiously shaped scythe wrapped in fabric.

The handle of this parricide was a plain hollow metal club; the blade was double-edged, unheard of in all scythes, almost red with blood, and engraved with several unintelligible characters.

" 'You have any idea, sir?" He asked.

Damon looked at the scythe for a moment and then answered.

"... I have not seen such a weapon before, but I am certain that the murderer used it to carry out the massacre. It appears to have been dropped in their haste to escape and may have been mounted on a utensil of some kind..."

"That's Impossible ~!!" Deputy Sheriff Edward suddenly intervened and said in a slightly sarcastic manner.

"Think about it. One man used this thing to kill dozens of people in one night? And there were no screams? Not even a few men. This is either witchcraft or a plague from the gods in this town!"

With a glance towards him, Damon continued.

"The murderer likely used a method to silence the victim's screams."

"But as you can see, there's nothing in here that can be used to block out the screams to their spout." Edward immediately retorted after hearing this.

Damon wrapped up the murder weapon and handed it to another officer. As he was about to leave, he said. "If there are any more clues, report them all to me."

Edward stopped the sheriff. "Get real, sheriff, it's time to stop... If you keep investigating, all of us will be in danger. It's not too late to evacuate with the disabled. The old, and the young, run away to the big city to find a more professional group of police and detectives..."

"... Edward, what are your duties?" Damon interrupts and looks him straight in the eye.

Edward looked to the sheriff without a word, then to the side of the room, apparently speechless.

Damon starts talking. "We are responsible for maintaining law and order in this town. However, we must also consider the potential consequences of our actions. Our duty is to put an end to any trouble that arises. The recent increase in brutality and stealth of the killer has made this situation particularly challenging, like trying to catch a beast hiding in the jungle."

"I will not retire until I find the murderer. Otherwise, this will be the biggest failure of my life!" After the conversation, he got in his car and left. Edward was left with a moment of silence, accompanied by a headache, before moving off to the clinic.

A surprise visit from Edward at the clinic in the middle of the night makes it necessary for the famous local doctor, Dr Hoptolly, who is on his way out, to stay and see him.

"Am I disturbing you?" Edward asked.

The doctor put down his bag and replied. "No, it's fine. Have a seat. Is it your headache again?"

"'Yes, I'm sorry for the bother again.'" He said, not too embarrassed, as he found a chair and sat down.

Dr Hope always wore his big, round goggles, never saw him take his gloves off, and always had clean-shaven hair and a white robe.

He then took the torch and shone it into Edward's eyes to observe the dilated pupils.

'Doc then asked, "Have you finished the medication you were prescribed last time?"

"Yes, but only temporarily for a few hours after taking the pills."

"I see." 'Doc put down his torch as he got up and went to the pharmacy deep inside the house.

"I'll get you a prescription."

Edward glanced around the perimeter of the clinic as he waited.

The front of the shop had a large window with old green frames and potted plants underneath.

When looking out of the shop, the door was on the far right, with a coat rack standing next to it, and Edward was sitting at the counter in front of the doorway, with the lights almost completely switched off, relying only on the moonlight from the large window as a source of light.

He noticed a photograph on the table opposite the counter, slightly yellowed in a plain wooden frame. Edward stepped forward to get a better look at the person in the photo.

At that moment, Dr Hope came over with the prescribed medication: "Beautiful, isn't she?"

"May I ask if she is ...?"

The doctor's expression produced a slight smile and said, "It's my beloved wife, she's been the salvation of my life, and it was she who pulled me up at the low point of my medical career. ..."

Edward vaguely understood what he was saying and asked, " Could I ask you what happened at that time?"

"All I remember is that I was involved in an incident and when I woke up I was in a bed in my hospital." The doctor's face became more and more distressed and he began to sob.

"She was killed in that incident by a killer ..."

A fading light shone into the room and Edward Glenn reacted quickly, tackling Dr Hope aside as a car with a smoking engine crashed through the front door into the clinic. When they seemed both unharmed, they got up slowly to check the situation, their faces revealing a mixture of shock and dismay.

The driver in the car was out of breath, and on closer inspection, there was a dying sheriff in the back seat. The Deputy Police Officer and the doctor are now in a state of mixed emotions and have not yet had time to digest what is happening in front of them.

In the distance, under a streetlight stood a blurred black figure, dropping a blood-stained blue envelope and disappearing into the darkness. The envelope fell with the wind at the feet of Deputy Edward.

"What the hell is this ...?"

" Look out!

Hope pulls Edward quickly to the back door and the burning car detonates. Edward opens the envelope after making sure it's safe. It says in blood.

"Without a shepherd for the sheep, the wolves of the night cry out and watch."

It is followed by a large font:

"Your wife and daughter taste lovely."

A large and small ear fell out of the envelope bag.