The moon was embedded in the night sky. Moonlight poured into the world, and the dark was coated with a layer of the silver veil. The old villa stood on the edge of the drunken town. Wine-red glass lured a terrifying scent, and the breeze seemed to smell the stench of blood. Chills penetrated the body and pierced into the bones. The night was thick, like blood flowing from the rotting corpse, covering the land. The moon hovered alone over the building, dimly lit. The patter of rain fell in the night, and everything was damp. The skins of the trees and soil began to fester, and the air was filled with a suffocating smell.