Signs of Disaster

The sky slowly darkened as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon.

Inside one of the temple's cafés, a well-dressed man sat, sipping his coffee while admiring the view.

At some point, he glanced at his watch—it was just past seven. Taking a final sip, he stood up, leaving a few silver coins on the table, much to the delight of the staff.

He strolled leisurely through the temple's vast grounds, which resembled a small city. Turn after turn, he found himself alone, having ventured deep into the dimly lit alleys.

Eventually, he stopped.

In the pitch-black darkness, his figure vanished entirely, leaving only his crimson eyes gleaming through the void.

He pulled out a strange device—a crystal with a deep violet hue.

With a single tap, an eerie silhouette materialized—a man clad in a black suit, his face completely obscured.