Strangely enough,
this person's eyes were not the normal black and white.
Instead, his pupils were a ghastly white.
They were like two cold, spectral wisps of ghost fire.
The moment he opened his eyes,
the already dimly lit room seemed to be dragged into a deeper darkness by an invisible hand.
The surrounding light seemed to rush eagerly toward his eyes, converging on them.
An oppressive, sinister atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire space, making one feel as if they had been plunged into the Nine Netherworld Hell, suffocating and unable to breathe.
The man appeared to be in his twenties, his face like a cold, hard stone statue with rigid lines.
Beneath his high-bridged nose, his lips were somewhat pale, as if they hadn't seen a trace of blood in a long time, exuding a cold indifference.
His eyes were long and narrow.
Their corners were upturned slightly, revealing a thoughtful expression.
'Someone is using Nightmare Power in the Security Bureau?'
