Near nightfall, on the Huanjing No. 7 elevated bridge.
Dice Monster sat on the railing, shoulders slightly hunched, palms propping against the bridge rail. His legs gently swung as he hummed the tune of "London Bridge Is Falling Down."
He lifted his empty eyes, silently watching the sunset descend from the horizon.
A crimson hue spread between the skyscrapers, the glass curtain walls mirroring the last blush of red in the sky.
But in a moment, night cloaked the city. Like a black curtain descending, the glass curtain walls on the buildings slowly dimmed, and shadows crept like the tide toward the streets and alleys.
From the clamor of voices to the incessant advertising slogans, everything seemed to be swallowed by darkness, leaving only the rumbling of trains passing over tracks lingering in one's ears.
