The silver moonlight shone through the shadows of the trees, and the rays of light appeared, disappeared, appeared, and disappeared in the forest. The soft rustling noises disturbed the creatures hidden in the forest, and a figure ran past the soft silver light rays, leaving a vague shadow in the night.
The ink-like black curtain cut off the moonlight, and the running person turned sideways in panic, one of his arms stretching the protruding broken twigs on the ground. Not knowing if it was because of the darkness of the night, or because the color of the blood was originally black, the black blood was splashing in the air. But he finally succeeded in turning, without hitting the black curtain.