In this chilling house, there was such a motionless man, as if devoid of life.
Everything about it seemed so eerie and terrifying.
The man's dangling fingertips were bright red from the cold.
After an unknown length of time, one of those fingers moved slightly.
Then, the man who had long remained still slowly began to move.
His drooped head gradually lifted.
If anyone were here, they would be scared half to death.
Not for anything else, but because of the man's blood-red eyes, as if they could drip blood.
Those red eyes revealed a chilling and sinister coldness.
As if a demon crawling out of hell to claim lives.
Mason Bennett moved his stiff neck, looking towards the door.
All the windows in the house were sealed shut, and the only source of sunlight was the front door.
At this moment, a beam of sunlight shone into the house.
Though not large, it was so bright and dazzling.
A stark contrast against the blood and darkness filling the room.
