Shen City.
A secluded little house on the outskirts, nestled in a corner of the urban village.
The noise outside had nothing to do with everything inside the house. A teenager knelt by the bed, relentlessly questioning the figure on the bed.
The murmuring voice, tinged with sobs, sounded like both an inquiry and a venting of frustration.
"Why!"
"Why?"
"Why exactly!"
Outside the teenager's sight, tendrils of black mist seeped from the cracks in the walls, being absorbed by him.
As the black mist entered his body, the teenager's emotions grew more intense, and the murmuring voice shifted from soft whispers to coarse, suppressed mutterings.
"Why does this all have to happen to me?"
"Why?"
The teenager muttered to himself, voicing grievances and complaints.
The unwillingness he felt towards his experiences seemed to transform into tangible resentment, continuously attracting the black mist from all sides.
...
Three days later.
