Somewhere, far away from the cold palace of the devil lord was located a broken mansion with dusty furniture and unkempt floors. The entire house looked like it wasn't occupied by anyone for a long time.
But there were indeed the traces of footprints of someone walking through the dusty place, entering the basement. A dark shadow could be seen through the space between the floor and the base of the door as light shone through the small, narrow space.
Inside, there was a dark figure restlessly wandering across the room with a hint of anxiety in the depths of his eyes. His entire being shrouded with darkness and even the small traces of lights that shone through the broken windows couldn't show his face.
Other than his entirely darkened complexion and bruises on the surface of his hands, there was nothing visible. It even seemed as if he hadn't taken a bath for a long, long time.