Black.
It was dark all around, and my feet were soaked in the cold liquid. Looking back, I couldn't find the source, so I could only walk forward. At the end of the darkness was a door. I gently pushed open the world, and the first thing that fell into my eyes was the colorful sky, its breathtaking beauty. The blood-red river beneath your feet exudes the aura of demonic rule. It forms a strong contrast with the pure white mandala flowers on both sides of the river, and is full of temptation.
A person stands among the colorful clouds, floating and independent, covering his face with thin clothes, revealing a pair of eyes that reveal a power different from ordinary people. That kind of power makes you forget your fear and sorrow, and just want to surrender to him.
He floated down in front of me and put his slender hands on my neck. The cold touch made me doubt whether he was alive. As if a voice from heaven rang in my ears, my hands slowly tightened.
"Jin, you can't escape."