When a howling of a wolf was heard, the whole resident of Sorthrea knew that it was not a good night to be out in the streets. Though unknown of the reasons, it was as if their instincts speak loudly for them, warning them that their life won’t be easy if they were to be outside. In the middle of the Sorthrea region, a tall building towered the surroundings, shadowing some of the shorter buildings by a massive margin of floors. At a single glance the building looks like it’s going to swallow the whole region, even though it just lies there, dormant.
On top of the building. Duval Bloodikar stood on the edge of the topmost balcony of his penthouse, fathoming his arms as if he holds the world in them, his focus—or rather daydreaming—were interrupted when a figure arose from the darkness behi
