In New York City.
The sky was gloomy, and it was morning, with dawn approaching.
A torrential downpour persisted.
Hardly any pedestrians could be seen on the streets.
Everything exuded an atmosphere of tranquility and silence.
All the Evil Spirits in the city had been wiped out for various reasons.
In a way, New York was the safest known city.
Suddenly...
A bright bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky above.
The sky brightened significantly.
The ghostly outline of the Horror House quietly emerged in the overcast sky, then disappeared without a trace the next second.
No one saw it.
Meanwhile, at the entrance of an unlicensed underground bar in the Red Light District.
Tom sat at the door with a blank expression, his eyes bloodshot.
Since being dragged to the Red Light District by Father Tony the day before yesterday, he had endured the most difficult and painful time of his life.
