Under the black sky, in a completely desolate city.
On the deserted streets, many figures wandered as if they were unaware, slowly drifting among countless obstacles.
Suddenly, they all turned to look in one direction, where a towering skyscraper stood...
"He's still not planning to come find me..."
A murmuring voice echoed in the darkness, accompanied by countless red threads swaying gently.
In the darkness, these threads seemed to carry a certain luster, revealing a heart-pounding aura in their stillness and motion.
And at the end of each thread, there was a human shadow...
These shadows had their eyes tightly shut, with a thread pierced into the back of their heads.
Every time the cold voice recited something, these shadows would quiver slightly.
What was most terrifying was that the shadows here were all female, and there were significant differences among the shadows on each floor.
"Still not coming..."
