A beggar and a killer, because of a few buns and a piece of amber, two lines that never intersected converged in the city's theater, and a dark killer organization slowly surfaced with bloody and cruel weapons.
The morning light at that time was still there, but it seemed to have no warmth at all, shining coldly on the street. The bloodstains on the stone pavement had long since dried and turned black, but the whispers of the murderer and the helplessness of people in troubled times were still hidden in the bustling market, as if they would never fade away...