The next moment, the lid of the tightly shut coffin, without any external force, emitted a creaky sound that made one's teeth ache and slowly opened to one side.
A hand, pale to the point of transparency yet incomparably slender and perfect, slowly reached out from the endless darkness, gently resting on the cold edge of the coffin.
Immediately after, a man with a bare upper body slowly sat up from the deep darkness.
His long black hair, like a waterfall of night, gently draped over his shoulders and back, forming a stark contrast with his skin, cold white like fine porcelain without a hint of blood, subtly emanating a chilling, unhealthy aura that made the heart tremble.
He slowly opened his eyes, what kind of eyes were they!
There was not a trace of emotion, nor any gleam, only a pure void and bewilderment akin to the initial birth of the universe.
He surveyed his surroundings, filled with deathly silence and darkness, his expression carrying a child's initial confusion.
