Earth 1712, Mortal Plane;
31st day, 12th Month, Year 11978;
The city of Hanyang was filled with celebrations for the New Year. And in one of the residential districts, just like everywhere in the city, thousands of people came out of their homes and started their countdown together.
However, a young detective was seen rushing up the stairs in panic; a layer of mana covered his body, increasing his speed by ten times. Soon, he reached Apartment 703, which had half of its door open. Sweating down to the neck, and with a trembling heart in nervousness, he slowly opened the door.
Creak
As the door creaked open, his eyes widened, spotting a dazed five-year-old boy sitting amidst dead bodies, a dozen in number, eleven of them in armed suits and weapons, and one in casual wear. Attached to him was a dark wraith, irregularly shaped, but its aura got thicker and thicker as it absorbed the energy from the corpses. In his hands, there was an unconscious baby boy, roughly a few months old.
