Five days earlier.
A small courtyard in the Capital City was surrounded by soldiers, with bodies constantly being carried out and loaded into sealed corpse transport vehicles. The atmosphere at the scene was heavy.
"Officer, I don't know. That's the Otherworld Affairs Intelligence Bureau. I'm just an ordinary citizen. I don't normally pay attention to such things," a neighboring resident said uneasily.
"Did something happen there?"
"Don't ask what shouldn't be asked," the policeman warned with a stern face.
"I know, I know, it's confidential, but is it dangerous?"
"Stay at home, don't go out, and there will be no danger."
...
Inside the small building, the strong stench of blood was nauseating.
The place was filled with blood, making it almost impossible to find a place to step. Before the incident, there had been a bloody ritual inside, resulting in dozens of intelligence personnel and several nearby residents being brutally murdered. The sight was tragic and horrifying.
