The night I was born, the sky was so weird that it didn't look like a human being. The wind stopped, and even the dogs stopped barking. People in the village said that the moon that night seemed to have been stained with blood, showing an ominous dark red color. What was even more frightening was the sound of low and heavy footsteps coming from the forbidden area in the back mountain, as if something was slowly waking up. Someone saw with their own eyes hundreds of figures wearing tattered prison uniforms and shackled feet, dragging a black coffin and walking heavily into the depths of the forbidden area. The black coffin exudes a coldness that does not belong to the human world, and seems to hide some secret that has been sealed for a long time.
The old man in the village said that on that day, there was a strange phenomenon in the sky and the earth, and no life should be born. But I was born...
