Never had there been such an agonizingly long stretch of time.
In the span of a single day and night, the entire Holy City had once again been swept up by sudden turmoil, with everyone carried along without knowing where they were headed, rising and falling in the tide in confusion and fear.
They instinctively yielded to malice or fear, warily guarding against every unfamiliar or familiar face, or carrying weapons and courage as they greedily headed toward every burning flame and light.
Some fled, some pursued, while others curled up in shelters that seemed safe, waiting for the sky to brighten once more.
Half a year later, they once again recalled the darkness brought by The Tuner, and the carnival filled with chaos and death.
But all things would eventually come to an end.
Amid gunfire, warnings, tear gas, high-pressure water cannons, and the brutal slaughter of the Holy Capital Guards and corporate private armies, order was rebuilt.
Everything familiar seemed to have returned once again.
Yet every soul still shaken by fear wondered, doubted, or questioned themselves... Had it really ended?
It had ended.
What shocked everyone was not merely the twenty-four hours of unrest that had continued through countless disturbances, but the headline that appeared on every screen the following morning.
In the upper levels, middle levels, Lower District, chaotic alleyways, luxurious villas, and broad, deserted streets, everyone saw The Tuner's face once more.
Only this time, he was inside a cage.
The Tuner Arrested
Just a few short words, yet they required a long time to comprehend.
Was it a dream? Or some kind of joke?
At the end of the revelry, amid the chaotic crowds, those standing in the dew with clubs in their hands looked at one another, while those hiding from pursuit in