The two people who fell from the rooftop quickly vanished into the endless darkness below.

The rooftop descended into chaos—Mrs. Clark's hoarse and feeble cries, the hurried footsteps of people rushing downstairs, along with unidentified screams and clamor.

Countless sounds intertwined, making this snowy night even eerier and more silent.

Mrs. Clark fell to the railing and couldn't get up for a moment. Her face was deathly pale as she crawled in the direction of leaving the rooftop, trembling violently as she struggled to stand. It took her a long time to grab onto something nearby to support herself and unsteadily stand up.

Her legs shook like leaves, her throat...