In the world of the steam age, there is a creepy and weird thing hidden under the seemingly prosperous surface. Chaos whispers, shadows lurk. The contaminated filth issued a vicious and crazy curse.
An ever-extending black shadow appeared in front of Rocco, and a ferocious head emerged from the darkness covered with huge scarlet eyes. Staring at him and spying on him, the black body like a dead tree kept twisting and growing. An indescribable noise came from his mouth. It seemed to be tempting him to fall.
Snap.
Stretching out his hand with an expressionless face, Rocco neatly unscrewed the big head that looked like a deformed octopus in front of him. He threw it on the ground casually and crushed it with a kick. Then he patted his silver-gray coat and walked away.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
