As the capital of Japan, the night in Tokyo was always filled with a bustling clamor—the roar of engines as cars sped by, the occasional blare of a horn, and the slight rattling sound of the median barriers in the middle of the road shaken by the wind.
The night sky was gloomy and heavy, shrouded by dark clouds that blotted out every last speck of starlight. The moonlight was hazy, filtering through the cloud cover with a bright yet bewildered radiance, so dense it seemed as though it might drip water.
Tonight's night sky was not black, but rather tinged with a deep, blood-like crimson, looking somewhat eerie. This was a normal natural phenomenon; water vapor and dust in the atmosphere could scatter red light, and sometimes the night sky before a torrential downpour appeared this way.
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