Detective Log

"The outcome was already doomed the moment you chose to be my enemy. Failure is a matter of course." The man sitting on the dark throne said expressionlessly. In the shadow behind him stood two men and women whose appearance was unclear. Those three people were like messengers from hell, looking at everything happening in this world with cold eyes and then showing sneer and mocking expressions. (Note: The author has never killed anyone, so this article is purely fictional and cannot withstand any scrutiny. Please be merciful and don't take it seriously. Thank you!)