Outside, the sky above the New Dawn slum screams in turmoil. Torrential rain pounds against the rusted tin roofs of the dipidated houses, mingling with the roar of thunder and lightning, creating an oppressive atmosphere. Amidst the chaos, a white figure darts at an incredible speed through the dark alleys and crumbling buildings, rag toward an unknown target

  In a small house at the edge of the slum, the dim light of a single dle flickers, illuminating faces filled with ay. The mother, pale and drenched i, lies on a tattered mattress, breathing heavily. Beside her, the husband grips her hand tightly, his voice trembling but still trying to offer encement

  "Hold on, my love, just a little longer. You do this!"

  The small house cks modern equipment or the help of professional doctors. Instead, an elderly womaired with her silver-streaked hair, focuses ily on delivering the baby. Her hands tremble slightly, yet they move with the skill and experience of someone who has dohis many times before. Outside, the rain tio pour, blending with the howling wind seeping through the cracks iting wooden walls

  In the distahe white figure races on, cutting through the night and rain like an arrow, drawing closer and closer

  "The baby is almost here, just a little more!" the elderly midwife ences, her voice rising above the chaotic sounds of the storm outside

  Ihe cramped room, the mother's breaths grow quicker and more bored. The husband's face is tense, but a flicker of hope shines in his eyes. Finally, after a tremendous effort, the newborn's first cry pierces through the gloomy air of the small room

  "It's a success!" The elderly woman excims joyfully, carefully lifting the tiny, newborn boy and handing him to the exhausted but radiant mother

  "You're s, my love" the husband says, holding his wife's hand as his eyes glisten with tears

  Looking at the baby lying beside her, the mother, weak but smiling with pure happiness, whispers

  "It's a boy... absolutely wonderful..."

  She gently touched the baby's cheek, her voice filled with love

  "Wele to this world, Sunn—"

  Her words were abruptly cut off. The smile oher's face vanished as her gaze froze, log onto a dark er of the room. There, a figure had appeared unnoticed by anyone

  Seeing the sudden silence of his wife, the husband and the elderly woman followed her gaze and saw a strange woman standing quietly, her long silver hair gleamie the dim light in the room. Her eyes were sharp, anding, radiating an aura that was both aristocratid cold

  "Who are you!? Why are you here!?" the husband shouted, stepping in front of his wife and child, his eyes filled with panic

  The woman did not answer. She simply raised her hand slowly, palm fag the three of them. A profound sense of danger flooded the small room

  "Run!" the husband screamed, rushing toward his wife and child, while the elderly woman tried to retreat. The mother instinctively hugged the baby tightly, shielding him with her body

  But it was all in vain

  From the woman's outstretched hand, streams of dark red blood shot out like sharp thorns at terrifying speed. They cut through the air, pierg the throats and reag the brains of all three. Their screams were choked ihroats as blood sprayed throughout the room

  The husband colpsed o his wife, his hand still reag for her o time. The mother, her eyes wide with terror, held her child to her chest until her final breath. The elderly woman, the only oo withe horrific se, also met the same tragid

  The room fell into silehe only sound remaining was the baby's cries blending with the steady rain outside

  The woman stepped closer, the sound of her high heels clig sharply on the wooden floor. She bent down, casually pushing the bodies aside. Her hands, as white as ivently lifted the baby

  When the baby was lifted, it suddenly stopped g. Its i eyes widened, staring at the beautiful yet cold face of the woman in front of it. Her eyes, sharp and ptinum, mirrored the long hair casg down her shoulders

  "At st, I've finally found you" she whispered, her gaze lingering on the baby's wrist, where a faihread ected to her own neck