The beast caged at the bottom of his heart was unleashed, and his eyes gradually filled with blood. Everything Han Fei saw turned red.
Pain prickled deep in his brain as memories buried in his subconscious began to awaken in another form, flashing fragmented images as his beastly nature devoured his human nature.
There was once a night just as blood-red as this one, where it was impossible to tell whether it was his eyes bleeding or the world painted red.
Familiar figures contorted in various poses, their blood blossoming like flowers at the opening on their skin. The young Han Fei hid somewhere in the orphanage, shrouded by the blood-colored night, seeming like an island floating above the deep sea.
"Player number 0000, please note! Your mental threshold is in a dangerous stage! Please adjust as soon as possible!"
The system's cold words helped Han Fei regain a shred of sanity. He gasped heavily, only now feeling the pain throughout his body.