The black night was like a curtain that could never be pierced, draping over the Red Raincoat. Two streams of blood tears flowed down her face, which was plastered with matted hair.
"Child, my child, give me back my child..."
The sharp voice stirred up intense hatred, the Red Raincoat's cries mingling with the scarlet raindrops. The rain fell harder and harder. She wanted to find her child, but standing in front of her were the Ghost Gods of Zhemeng Town.
"Give it back to me, give it back to me..."
The blood rain splattered on the buildings as the Red Raincoat tilted her head upwards, her face streaming with tears. She had lingered in the Punishment Room for too long, so long that the connection between her and her child had grown faint.
The Investigation Bureau had once used her child's clothes as bait. Leaving Hanhai, that aura also became distant.
