High above the distant clouds.
Amidst the grey and hazy fog, a dozen individuals draped in deep red cloaks stood, and before them, a woman's silhouette stood with her hands clasped behind her back, her gaze overlooking the world beneath the clouds.
The woman was tall and slim, wrapped in a black overcoat, with red and black strange marks smeared across her face. The corners of her black-purple lips were nearly splitting towards the back of her ears, her teeth sharp like those of a shark.
The only part of her smooth forehead not covered by the red and black marks was a faintly flickering ※-shaped symbol at its center.
"Red-faced Ghost, we only have eight minutes," a man's voice echoed from behind her, "you'd better move fast."
The Red-faced Ghost turned her head and glanced back.
