It was past midnight. All things had fallen into silence. In the spacious corridor of the building, electric lights flickered continuously. The wind blows, causing the doors to slam and make a scary sound. Footsteps, voices, and gunfire blended, filling the space with the smell of death.
Behind the hazy smoke of gunpowder, a group of people slowly stepped out. Leading the way was a man with striking platinum hair. Next to him are his two powerful assistants. Wherever this group of people went, the sound of gunfire was heard behind them.
The lights are flashing, and it's already starting to rain outside. A thunderclap resounded through the sky, illuminating those faces and making them especially fierce.
The group of people came to the main hall of the building and stopped. Standing in fr
