In the eerie midnight, the Golden Grim Reaper was spending the night in tense anticipation, as the sound of teeth gnashing incessantly echoed from the mansion of the violet-haired girl.

Standing before the window, where even the moonlight could not seep through, the Golden Grim Reaper could only peer outside with its small eyes.

Normally, the garden should be filled with beautiful rainbow-colored trees glittering under the moonlight, but the garden was nowhere to be found. Instead, an abyssal darkness filled the space.

It was as if the mansion itself was submerged in an endless chasm.

The Golden Grim Reaper …