A sudden call in the middle of the night in a silent room.
The hanging female corpse with twisted and deformed limbs in the sewer.
The pale smiling face advanced step by step under the flickering of the electric light.
——A curse that no one knows about takes root in the darkness.
[At the end of the conjurer are the piles of corpses of his companions.
——The young man wearing five cassocks said with a smile.
Intention: For a better tomorrow and future.