Evening, Match-3 Puzzle Funeral Home.
Scarlet light blazed fiercely within the cremation furnace, flames unleashed to their full might, as billows of thick smoke ceaselessly rose from the chimney.
The old owl in the tree grinned, round eyes like lanterns under the sinister moonlight, hanging amidst the branches.
The black, oily-furred old cat sharpened its claws, grooming the hair of one corpse after another.
The gray-skinned, fat rat carried freshly made urns to the service window, where a group of foxes lifted their tails, lining up for numbers.
White, shimmering shadows nearly crowded the entire main hall, the low sobs unending; the drifting white banners spun restlessly in the wind.
In the monitoring room, the screen replayed daytime footage from the cremation chamber, but whenever it fast-forwarded to Zhang Fan making his move, a sharp static hiss would burst forth, and swathes of snowy static blurred the image.
