On the muddy mountain road, beneath a withered tree trunk, a woman covered in blood leaned against a bluestone slab. Half her body had been completely crushed, like a vase smashed beneath a heavy weight.
Large amounts of bloody water and chunks of flesh were continuously washed away from her body by the water flowing down from the mountain.
The blood mixed with mud and sand rushed downhill. She laboriously scooped up a handful to moisten her cracked lips, but it could not restore any color to her pallid face.
Her face was reflected in the bloody water. In her once-intellectual, tranquil eyes, the pupils of death were widening. Her breathing grew weaker and weaker, and she was about to become an unidentified female corpse in the depths of the mountains.
Her gaze slowly dropped toward the foot of the mountain. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness and helplessness, but even more so with indescribable hatred.
"I... never should have chosen him..."
The woman's body went completely rigid. Her face was still looking toward some distant place at the foot of the mountain. At the moment of death, her hatred vanished, replaced by a final sigh.
A phone slowly slipped from her palm, smashing into the bloody water before rolling down into the mountain forest.
At the very moment of her death, a wisp of gray wind swept past her, then transformed into a black-clothed figure with long hair.
The figure was slender and tall, with pale skin. His gray pupils carried deep, indifferent emotions, while his long hair trailed all the way to the ground, lending him an even more mysterious air.
The torrential rain had stopped after the Misfortune Event, but the dark clouds had yet to disperse, and the wind had not ceased. The gale in the