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The wind rustles and the water becomes cold. A few people returned after the strong wind returned. I am a person who fights with swords and swords. Spring flowers and autumn rain will eventually come. There is no way to lose your soul, Who understands loneliness.

There was a dark group of people standing beside the lighthouse, including men, women and children. The sky outside the lighthouse was dark and filled with a suffocating sense of death. Everyone's face showed fear and uneasiness as well as the fear of unknown death. The drizzle of rain fell slowly, wetting everyone's hair. It went down the cheeks and wet people's clothes, but in the drizzle, no one or no one made the reaction they should have. People looked numbly at the turbulent water in the distance, the hurricane that kept coming towards them, and the sense of oppression caused by the airflow. What is it? Maybe the smell of death? Perhaps it was the lament of fear, the deathly emptiness, and the sound of human breathing that seemed to be inaudible. The "killer" known as the death hurricane "Elena" swept across Asia, Paradise Island State, and finally came to this unknown town.