Darkness, heavy rain, chaos.
The towering building of the East District Investigation Bureau stood beneath the dark clouds, obscuring the few remaining glimmers of light.
An immense shadow enveloped every person on Queen Street, Su Mo included.
From the perspective of an ordinary person, human lives seemed as insignificant and pitiful as withered leaves in the tide.
"The collective Strange Tale instance has begun."
Placing his electric delivery scooter on the escape route, Su Mo donned a baseball cap and a face mask. He took a deep breath, reached into his pocket, and felt the cross he had bought online, along with a switchblade.
All the money that Su Mo had painstakingly saved from delivering takeout for a month went into buying these props.
Expertly shouldering the delivery box, Su Mo was well aware of everything inside it: apart from various exorcism items, there was also the thin quilt that Aunt Sizui had once laid over him.
