I am a paintbrush held by invisible hands. Behind me, the alluring purple traces follow me like a shadow, spreading across every inch of the street I step on - until it takes two innocent lives in front of my eyes in an instant.
The city was emptied of people, and the sky was filled with leaden clouds. And I am the most abrupt stroke on this strange canvas. The traces I bring are deadly conductors, triggering destructive lightning upon contact.
Until the purple-eyed boy appeared. His eyes were exactly the same color as the murder marks.
Now, more purple traces are pouring out from all directions like living creatures, and the sky is being swallowed by the same ominous purple color. He is the only insider, the biggest mystery around me, and the only guide for me to escape to the old cinema.
But the safe zone is only temporary. Why do traces follow me? Why is the world marked? I had to find the answer before this purple color completely consumed everything.
Intention: Wherever faith goes, mountains and seas can be leveled