Deep in the mountains, the leaves rustled as the wind blew through them.
There was a cave sealed with wooden shackles, and many glowing red-eyed little snakes guarded its entrance.
Inside the cave, one could see many people dressed differently, including men, women, old and young. All of them were pale, thin, and lifeless, looking as if they had been starved for a long time.
Breeding humans was a habit that demons had always maintained.
Just like humans raising chickens, ducks, and fish, they also needed a continuous supply of food.
In a corner of the cave, a frail, delicate figure was curled up.
Her face was filthy, and her hair was unkempt.
As evening approached and the cold wind blew within the mountains, her body trembled in the chilly gusts under the only piece of dirty, gray cloth that barely covered her.
Not just her, but most of the people around were in the same state.
Apathy was apparent on many people's faces.
"Whoosh!"
A sound of splashing shards flew by.