Mystery: Hunters Are Not Crazy About Hunting

The crimson moonlight gently touches the earth, A slight gasp came from the dilapidated streets, The streets are filled with the never-ending roars of beasts, The hunter gently stroked the blood on the saw blade, Tonight, Morn joins the hunt... [This book has unlimited flow, but the last volume may be about mystery (depending on which version of the outline I choose to write earlier). It may abandon many things in the previous volumes. The span is very large, and the writing style of elementary school students is weird, so please be careful]