Outside the Alliance, in the Great Marsh region, Ghost City.
Late at night, Ghost City inevitably felt somewhat eerie. In this atmosphere, a little girl in a hooded garment, her hood pulled low, hurried along the street. She held a flat wooden box in her arms. Faint fluctuations from the soul crystals inside could be sensed, and she kept glancing around in panic.
A little girl carrying a wooden box full of soul crystals and hurrying through a side street in Ghost City, this lawless land, at midnight—that was dangerous.
Sure enough, after the girl hurried past, several vague figures appeared in the darkness behind her and in the narrow alleys on both sides of the street. They followed close behind.
Apparently sensing that several villains were tailing her, the little girl quickened her pace until she broke into a run. In the end, as she sprinted with all her might, helpless tears streamed from her eyes. To make matters worse, she ran blindly into a pitch-black alley—a dead end.
The villains following her immediately quickened their pace. Like hyenas rushing toward prey, they charged into the dark alley. Soul crystals were rare and valuable in Ghost City, so naturally, they could not let them go.
Only after rushing into the alley did the villains see what was inside. The little girl, who had just been running blindly, now sat with her legs crossed atop an old wooden crate at the very back of the alley. Beside her stood a young man with a short ponytail and a twisted cross around his neck.
"Black A, that's enough for today. I'm tired. I really want to go back and sleep. Besides, you've almost devoured all the gang members in the city. Now, whenever they see a little girl walking at night,