Yinodton State, a small town.
The windows and doors along the street, built in a standard European architectural style, were tightly shut, with not a person in sight. The ground was scattered with corpses.
Although it's already daylight, the street still appeared so eerie, the atmosphere so oppressive it suffocated everyone.
The sheriffs stepped cautiously into the scene, wearing their neat sheriff uniforms, their eyes revealing alertness.
A conspicuous police line was erected at the scene, isolating it from the outside world.
At this moment, two men dressed in black approached.
They had hidden recorders pinned on their chests, white gloves on their hands, and notebooks in hand.
A veteran sheriff immediately stepped forward to salute.
These two men in black were clerks from the Seven-Angled Tower.
The clerk asked:
"What's the situation now?"
The veteran sheriff pondered a moment before answering:
