Magic Thorn

... He twisted out a corner of the gray handkerchief and slowly wiped the water overflowing from the nearly inch-long scar under the corner of his left eye. The loss of magic power made him exhausted, and he dragged his legs as if they were filled with lead as he walked along Rodsoga Street until he stopped in front of Gate No. 6. This is a black and white diamond coffin shop. In addition to carrying the dead in coffins, they also do another underground business.