A pale white flower house stood there. An image of a wine glass was painted on the door. Outside, a large crowd had gathered, watching cautiously while also trying to peek inside. They perfectly embodied a blend of timidity and curiosity. Beside them, many others lay on the ground, moaning in pain. Their bodies already bore numerous wounds that had received only minimal treatment.
Peering inside, the interior was already in ruins, with shattered petals and various branches strewn across the entire room. Several bodies lay on the floor and in the corners—victims of the previous attack who had not yet been removed.
