Jiang City Railway Station.
Within the constant stream of bustling crowds, a man with red hair quietly emerged, sent by the white-bearded, peculiar man.
His eyes were long and narrow, extending to his temples, and the whites were lined with blood vessels, giving his distinctively angular face a somewhat demonic appearance.
At the corners of his mouth, a faint smile laced with a hint of cruelty and chilliness played, causing those who passed by him to shiver uncontrollably, an innate fear arising from within!
The fingers of his right hand, which hung idly behind his back, were not white but red—winding and intricate like threads of crimson, eerie and mysterious.
At this moment, his index and middle fingers seemed to be playing the piano, barely moving, as he slightly inclined his head towards the scenery of Jiang City and murmured to himself, "Here again, truly nostalgic."
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