Night Color was enchanting.
Gazing into the distance, one could faintly see the city's neon lights, dazzling and spectacular.
This corner of the world was silent and dark.
In the darkness stood a figure, something in his hand reflecting light, a chilling glow cutting through the dark.
It was a man.
Behind the man was a bed, and on the bed lay a dark shadow.
That dark shadow suddenly moved.
"Mmmph..."
The shadow on the bed rolled off and onto the floor.
At the same time, the room's lights turned on, and the person on the floor looked up to see chains on the wall, with the wall's damaged and cracked surface stained with grime.
The whole room emanated a sinister and terrifying air.
Footsteps started from the side, each step sounding like they were treading on his heart, drawing closer.
"Awake," the man's pleasant voice came from above.
He lifted his head to see the man dressed in black, wearing a mask, with the knife in his hand refracting a cold light into his eyes.