Late at night, the rare moonlight shone on South Los.
The staggering steps of the shadowy figure named Boka were stretched exceedingly long.
Even, the shadow had touched the previously empty house.
And when Boka approached, his shadow even entered the courtyard and projected onto the house.
However, just as this middle-aged man's palm barely touched the door, an invisible force violently flung him several meters away and pinned him firmly to the ground.
Roar!
Boka arched his head, struggling violently, a bestial roar emanating from the middle-aged man's throat.
"Shh!"
A man in a thick cloak within the shadows extended his right hand and put a pale finger to his bloodless lips—which seemed to be solidified by shadows, utterly indiscernible.
With the cloaked figure's silencing gesture, Boka immediately quieted down.
Because Boka's head had been taken off.
The cloaked figure held the middle-aged man's head in one hand, bringing it up to eye level to inspect it closely.
