The figure was very tall, even taller than Judge Bifana. The figure was extremely thin, as if what was wrapped under the heavy, dark overcoat were just withered flesh and blood. He was holding a large umbrella inside this sealed room, and the lowered surface of the umbrella obscured the face of the uninvited guest—however, it only took one look for the old priest to spot the blasphemous and twisted shadows on the other's body.
"Remnants of the Black Sun?" the old man exclaimed in astonishment as he looked at the figure, followed by an angry shout, "You dare to step into this holy archive!"