Several cities in the north are like graves at night.
Climb over walls, break into houses, silence people, loot money, and clean up the scene.
No fingerprints, no witnesses, no emotions, no traces.
My name is Chen Mo. During the day, I am the most inconspicuous passerby in the crowd, and at night, I am a reaper walking in the darkness.
Hatred has been buried since childhood, and the bottom line is broken in the middle of the night.
I have been dealing with the police for eight years, passing by them several times and being shocked at every step.
The night burns to ashes, and everything is silent.
This is my final confession as a person in the abyss.
