"Quack, quack—"
The gloomy sky draped in drizzle, and the desolate small town was filled with the cries of unidentified mutant creatures, sounding utterly desolate.
Shops along the street were closely shuttered, the small rain gathered into puddles on the old cobblestone road, reflecting the scene of the small town.
From its architectural style, the small town was full of 19th-century European-style elegance during a time of economic prosperity, with carefully selected basalt bricks on the outside and light-colored stone decorations, endowing the whole town with a sense of historical significance.
But upon closer inspection, one could find signs of decay; the black iron fences were peeling with paint and covered in mottled rust, and the golden doorknobs at the entrance of the shops were also decorated with cobwebs. The broken webs dangled in the drizzle, bearing glistening droplets.
Thud!
The calm puddles suddenly rippled, shattering the reflected image into a blur.
