At midnight, a dilapidated bicycle passed through the suburbs. The cyclists were covered in blood, dripping blood along their feet on the soil, making a tiny ticking sound. It was very clear under the quiet night sky.

"It's finally here." The man on the bicycle spoke in a very weak voice, not far ahead of him was where the bar was.

In the office of the bar, Cha Cang tasted a glass of red wine for some years. He liked the taste of red wine very much. He would take a sip when he had nothing to do. Only when he had a drink, his heart would calm down. But...