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 attempted to shine its body brighter in an effort to illuminate the outside, but the golden light from the logs faded away the moment it crossed the window’s frame, swallowed as if by a black swamp.

The outside world was completely shut off, like it was filled with black ink, blocking all light.

And occasionally, a huge unidentified shape would ripple in the dark, which seemed to have a liquid-like quality.