Xinghai City at night.
Filled with bloodshed and slaughter.
Criminals and beasts prowled every corner.
Like parasites hiding in the darkness.
Death, too, descended with the night, shrouding the decrepit, old city.
Even so.
Some people still rushed about, trying to make a living.
Lin Yi took a taxi home.
After paying the fare, Lin Yi got out of the car.
It was already past ten at night.
The streets were empty, without a single pedestrian in sight.
He felt as if pairs of eyes were watching from the darkness, coveting his body.
A faint scent of blood hung in the air.
It seemed this had long become a trademark of the Old District.
Lin Yi greeted the old guard at the gate and went straight into the apartment building.
The dim, motion-activated light flickered erratically.
The hallway was cluttered with all sorts of junk and scrap, and it reeked of a foul odor.
Just as Lin Yi reached the second floor.
A distinct SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK echoed out.
