Chapter 371: The Veil of Excuses

**Thelma Zane’s Point of View:** What does a city abandoned by life resemble? During the day, Autumn City bustled with activity, vibrant and full of interest. But as night fell, the city transformed into a different entity, cloaked in a suffocating darkness. The once lively streets became desolate, and the windows and doors seemed to conceal unseen specters lurking in the shadows. These imagined ghosts, with eyes reflecting chaos and hands tainted with metaphorical blood, appeared to harbor an insatiable thirst for vengeance. They were like restless spirits, seeking solace in the destruction of the living who had forsaken them. Of course, all of this was a figment of the imagination, a narrative spun from the mind’s darkest corners. In reality, the nights in Autumn City were hauntingly quiet, a silence so profound that it sent shivers down one’s spine and made the hair on the back of the neck stand on end. For us, outsiders in this realm, the eerie silence merely induced a physical