Time flows like running water, never to return; what is destined to come will eventually arrive.
Blood Rain Day, Feiyan City.
The annual Blood Rain Day was about to begin. On this day, the sky was engulfed in darkness, with heavy, oppressive clouds shrouding the entire expanse above.
The streets of Feiyan City were deserted. The once bustling markets and lively squares now lay in eerie silence. A tense atmosphere hung in the air, as though even the wind had ceased to flow.
The doors and windows of houses lining the streets were tightly shut. Occasionally, a window would crack open slightly, revealing pairs of frightened eyes peering out at the stillness of the outside world.
Inside a tailor's shop.
"Quick, lock the door!" A middle-aged man urged in a hushed voice, frantically boarding up the windows with planks. His wife clutched their two children tightly, her face pale and her eyes brimming with terror.
