Black Nightmare Society

The next morning, quite a few people noticed the "graffiti" on the wall in the warehouse district.

Compared to the graffiti that had appeared before, this one could practically be called a mural—or a relief carving. It looked as though some craftsman had forcibly gouged it into the wall with a knife. When the priest from the local church hurried over, his face immediately twisted into a headache.

"Th-this... Didn't we just paint over it? Who did this now?"

"No idea," a guard beside him replied. "I asked the nearby security men. They didn't notice anyone suspicious last night either. It was probably just a prank."

"A prank? Did you see what was written up there? This is utter disrespect toward God!" The priest seemed displeased. He immediately turned to the guards. "Last time, you merely covered up those insults and couldn't even catch the culprit. And now this? Let me tell you, if this continues, it will surely bring down divine punishment!"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The guards lowered their heads under the scolding and repeatedly agreed, though faint impatience began to flicker in their eyes.

"I don't care what you have to say. Find the culprit for me," the priest continued. "And as for the thing on this wall, cover it up immediately!"

The guards raised their heads again. "Sir... it's carved into the wall. How are we supposed to cover it?"

"That is God's test for you, not for me." The priest gave an unhappy snort. "Do not let anyone see what is on this wall. Otherwise, you will bear the consequences yourselves."

With that, he turned and left with an ugly expression. The guards watched his retreating back, exchanged looks, and shook their heads.

"What do we do?" one guard suddenly asked.

"...Forget it, who cares!" The