This is a world shrouded in darkness.
The earth is pitch black, the night sky is pitch black, the world is pitch black.
A pair of crimson eyes quietly opened in this darkness, looking around.
The night conceals its body, but not the emaciated presence that suggests a stray dog. It stretched out its lean forelimbs, crouched low, and crawled forward like a real stray dog, making no sound whatsoever.
This is the basic skill to survive in this dark world.
Because no one knows how much danger lurks in the darkness, how many lives have been buried after the danger.
The crimson eyes flickered in the dark, the 'stray dog' figure slowed down, and finally, in a corner of its memory, it touched a dry leg bone.
The crimson eyes brightened for a moment.
Then disappeared.
In the silence faint creaking sounds could be heard.
