On the west side of the seaside town.
A winding cement road stretches into the distance, resembling a grey python.
"Tat Tat Tat..."
On one side of the road, a team is running at high speed toward the front.
There are five people in total, all draped in black capes, emanating a mysterious and sinister aura. Their gliding speed is very fast, the irregular ripples of the capes fluttering up and down in the wind, like sands dancing in the dark night. With a light tip of the toe, a person could dash out over ten meters with great speed.
Their speed is not much slower than that of a car.
The leader of the squad, a tall and thin man, has pitch-black eyes seemingly devoid of any excess emotion, only the excitement of an imminent hunt.
The capes, like swells of black mist, flap with a whooshing sound.
