651. Matthew's Troubles

Inside Switzerland's Dusk Bell Church.

The time was late at night.

But there were few who could sleep soundly; members of the Dusk Bell Church had been on edge these past two days.

Everyone knew that the Dusk Bell had once again fallen into a crisis of curses.

At night, gusts of chilly wind swept through.

The temperature also inexplicably plummeted.

No cause could be found whatsoever.

Even stranger, some people's rooms often had mysterious graffiti appear, as if it were the prank of a bratty child without a brain.

Matthew tossed and turned, struggling to fall asleep.

He sat on a chair, looking up at a bizarrely shaped hat drawn on the ceiling with green paint, and a flicker of anger passed through his murky eyes set in their deep sockets.

"fuck!"

It wasn't Matthew who swore, but "fuck" was the word written on that hat...

"I swear, if I find out who did this, I'll kill them."

As the strongest known hunter of this era,

Matthew had enough confidence.