East Sea City bus station.
A bus from the suburban areas slowly entered the station, and passengers began disembarking, with the last one being a little boy around seven or eight years old.
Enveloped in a black robe, his face was indiscernible. Especially under the bright sunlight, and in a bustling place like a bus station, his attire seemed particularly odd.
The little boy walked through the crowd, his pace neither hurried nor slow, clashing with his surroundings, attracting quite a bit of attention.
He carried with him an aura of gloom, as if he had just stepped out of a horror movie!
Even though it was broad daylight, people passing by felt a chill as if a cold wind was blowing, sending shivers down their spines and conjuring an exceedingly eerie feeling.
The corners of the boy's mouth, hidden under the cloak, curled up slightly, bearing a trace of coldness and cruelty, his eyes bloodshot, looking incredibly sinister and horrifying.
