Ha.... it is very cold. The fog is too thick. It has rained very heavily. Nothing is clearly visible through the fog, but I cannot go home either. Ha.... the cold monsoon winds escaping from my ragged breaths create a shiver in my spine and freeze my blood.
Thud, thud, thud... I stopped; it felt like someone was there. From an unknown corner, the light of the lantern, hitting the fog, fell upon the slight cracks on the old walls of a distant building and the mold growing inside those cracks, dwelling in that terrifyingly peaceful silence.
The black shadow appearing on the old walls of the building in the distance did not seem friendly. My throat had gone dry. My legs were trembling. With eyes full of strange fear, I was staring at the image formed on the walls of that building.
The fog began to cover the walls of the building. The shadow vanished with the fog. The fog, carrying the silence of that black death, became buried. Only one thing was running through my mind—it disappeared. Thud, thud, thud... Right in front, a wooden board hanging on a rusted iron pole was pointing toward that alley, but it is very dark there. Huh, a strange smell. The smell of rusted iron and the scent coming from the cracks of a grave. Ha.... the board. Something else is also written on it in ancient letters and black ink:
(1781, about 50 years ago, The Devil of Crock Library of History and Mystery remains established in the Valley of Ulinda.)
I slowly turned my head toward the dark alley. Gravity was on my face, and fear and anxiety were reflected in my eyes. I walk. Thud, thud, thud... I am just thinking. Thud, thud, thud... the sound of boots echoing in the silence tells stories of death. The walls of these dark alleys feel as if they are coming to eat me from the inside.
The alley is very narrow. Inside, there was a strange atmosphere and silence. My fear was pressing against my forehead. I was walking, keeping my gaze fixed in every direction. But suddenly, my foot—zap—stepped into a puddle of water on the road. Mud got on my shoes. I'll clean it. I put my right hand into the side pocket of my coat. There was a handkerchief in the pocket. As I took out the handkerchief and leaned down to clean the mud from my shoe, my gaze went toward the open window of a house on the side. What I saw made my hair stand on end; the fear hidden in some corner of my mind began to throb along with my heartbeat. Thump-thump-thump.
The sound is clearly felt. Seeing what I saw, I ran away as fast as I could to save my life. In front of me was a very old castle; it seems this is the library. No light was coming out from inside the library. Outside the library, a guard was staring at me with strange eyes. Why is he staring at me like this? I felt strange, but I ignored him and went to the gate outside the library.My clothes were wet. The smell of dampness was coming from the clothes. From the coat, water was dripping—drip, drip—onto the floor of the gate. The library gate was made of old rusted iron and strong wood. I pushed the gate with both my hands. Creeeeak... the sound of the gate echoed throughout the library. It was very dark inside the library. My hands were not visible in that darkness. The scent of cold books was coming from inside. There was a lantern lying on the side covered in dust. I picked it up, lit the flame, and ignited it. In front of my eyes was the world of the library, but there was no human being in the library. I looked at the books and picked up one book. Shhh-shhh-shhh... I cleaned the dust from the book with my hands. The Mystery of 9281.