The city shrouded beneath the night sky glimmered with scattered points of light, lamps lit by magical civilization. Because of the heavy rain, everything carried a hazy, dreamlike feel.
A figure in a long black coat walked down the empty street, holding a black umbrella. The dim glow of the streetlamps concealed his features beneath black shadows.
None of the surrounding buildings had their lights on. From afar, they were little more than vague silhouettes in the rainy night. Only the clamor of rain and the sound of footsteps splashing through water reached his ears. It seemed that heaven and earth had left only him behind.
As he passed the street corner, his footsteps paused slightly. Bright light shone through the windows of a house in the distance, casting gleaming reflections across the rain-swept street.
He walked toward it.
Luo Chuan was drinking coffee he had made himself in the warm room, playing Dou Dizhu on the system screen amid the sound of rain outside.
A large screen was simply more comfortable to look at than a small one. Luo Chuan tapped the floating screen before him, watching the cards move about, feeling like a general directing the battlefield.
The tightly shut door was suddenly pushed open, and a cold wind mixed with the scent of rain rushed inside. Luo Chuan looked toward the old man entering through the door.
He wore a long black coat, a black top hat, and a pair of black gloves. His black hair was groomed with meticulous precision. There was none of the murkiness of old age in his pupils, and his skin bore an eerie pallor. Only the weathered traces of passing years could be seen upon his face.
His black umbrella had already been folded away, droplets of rain trickling from its