After the man in the white suit left, the alley fell into dead silence. Only the mangled masses of cars, crushed into little spheres, lay scattered across the ground. They formed a ring around the outer edge of the alley, like some absurd scene.
There was no scientific explanation for it. This state did not match any machinery or tools currently possessed by humanity; it had been caused by an unknown force.
All traces of bloodiness within the alley had vanished.
Only the ring of red, flesh-like remnants left around the pit proved that some horrific event had taken place here.
Yet strangely, those chunks of flesh contained no bloody odor at all, as though they had been purified.
They were like cooked meat that had been deodorized and prepared, yet they were clearly raw, bloody pulp.
The triangular pit remained bottomless, as though a huge hole had been punched straight into the earth's core.
Once the various sounds here disappeared and everything fell silent, some nearby residents gathered their courage and gradually approached.
But one man had already collapsed to the ground. From a distant balcony, he had seen everything through binoculars—the entire process of what had happened here.
Only after seeing the man in the white suit leave did he force himself, legs trembling, to crawl back from the rooftop into his room. In a frantic rush, he dialed the police, trying to report everything to the station.
He had never seen such a bizarre scene.
Especially the oppressive aura around that man in the white suit—an aura that stood above life itself and could casually destroy everything. It was as though there existed a distinct divide in the hierarchy of life between him and humans.
Like a lower life-form facing a higher one.
It was pressure that