C76 Killing Night

Night. It was pitch black, and he couldn't even see his fingers in front of him.

After a night of hustle and bustle, the bustling city entered the darkness of silence.

At two in the morning, the night was dark and the wind was strong. A cold night of murder.

The baldy from the West Gate Market had gotten his original outfit from god knows where.

Big light head, big sunglasses