Five shadows tumbled and clashed within the confines of a narrow alley.
Not far off, in the hall on the second floor of the white building.
A decaying coffin made a rattling noise.
A vast and formidable presence began to slowly spread around.
Outside the building, a flock of crows, having come from nowhere, gathered.
They dared not approach the red-brick house but perched amidst the poplar trees not far away.
Crows, those scavengers, are extremely sensitive to the scent of death.
Wherever there were large numbers of corpses, these scavenging birds would arrive ahead of time.
The monstrous presence inside the coffin was emitting such a scent of death.
It was so potent that even crows several kilometers away could sense it.
How terrifying was that!
Rattle, rattle, rattle!
