Inside the ruins.
A strange change was happening quietly, the temperature was dropping lower and lower, and everything within sight seemed to be covered with a layer of frosted glass, appearing slightly hazy.
And in these ruins.
From time to time, the sound of a piano was heard, its lingering music revealing an inexplicable sadness, inevitably bringing down one's mood.
It was as if emotions were out of control.
It was a funeral march.
Even Du Wei was affected.
His mind flashed with many fragmented images, those buried deep in his heart, known only to him and the Evil Spirit Du Wei.
Of course...
Pennywise, turned into a power bank, also knew.
Something was very wrong.
Du Wei frowned and looked around.
There was still some distance from the graveyard, with only the collapsed buildings where psychiatric patients lived nearby, and further ahead was the square and the clock tower-like structure where the director resided.
