In the black market,
Central City, which became a forbidden zone, still hasn't reopened.
The merchants have gotten used to it.
At this moment, they start calling the miscellaneous workers, busily dealing with the bodies that were beautiful yesterday, but today have become resentful and blood-stained dead.
While they are busy, no one notices a small anomaly occurring in the original guardroom of Central City.
These anomalies hadn't appeared before, but with so many people dying of curses so close, so continuously... it occurred.
A strange, moldy smell wafted up from the shadowy, dim bed, which creaked ominously, not from above, but from below, as if something underneath was rising, pushing against the bed boards.
In the silence came bizarre sounds of banging on the door, as if someone was trying to burst it open from inside.
But the door didn't open...
