How many people are there in the Lower City District? Perhaps no one knows.
This place is like a refuse bin that accepts all, filled with criminals and thugs, as well as some mysterious strangers, and more indefinable sorts.
Now, the outbreak of demons, like a thunderclap, has lifted the stone teeming with poisonous reptiles, exposing everyone to fear.
The soldiers guarded the key routes, sealing off the entire area. Then the fully armed Peacekeepers arrived at the battlefield, hoisting heavy, massive firearms, firing harpoon-like bullets, pinning demons one by one to the ground.
Blood and corpses cover the ground, and everywhere there are screams and wails.
Some soldiers are slightly shaken under this grotesque horror, while others gaze at the blood-red river, remembering a day many years ago.
On a day in the past, the Thames River was stained red just like today. People called it the Red River Tragedy.
