The noise came from a distance.
When the noise arrived, after spreading across several streets and corners, it became a tiny ripple. Everything was quiet.
Having experienced the chaos and turbulence of the attack by Hyakume, the city had just restored its stability and re-established order with a lot of effort. Everyone was busy rebuilding the city and restoring production and work.
Hardly anyone could be seen on such a desolate and silent alleyway, let alone in the antique store there.
In the afternoon, a light snow fell again. A thin layer of snow covered the blood, the dead, and those empty pupils like a shroud. People had just forgotten the catastrophe had ever happened and continued their own lives.
In the early evening, a rare guest came to the alleyway and the old antique store.
Someone pushed in, knocked on the counter, and waited patiently.
