The lights went out, leaving the dilapidated room engulfed in darkness, where only the silhouettes of various furnishings could be vaguely discerned.
Amidst the darkness, Han Fei listened to the sound of his own heartbeat, his gaze slowly shifting towards his phone.
"I wonder if she'll call again."
This wasn't the first time Han Fei had been pursued by hatred, but the feeling of knowing that hatred was drawing near, yet being unable to hide, still made him somewhat uncomfortable.
His family members had all gone to sleep, leaving only Han Fei tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
"When I left work at dusk, I glanced back at the plastic surgery hospital. The lit rooms seemed to become the white eyeballs of the night. This city has already started to mutate, and the place where the shrine once stood is the center of this mutation."
With his limbs all tucked under the covers, Han Fei only exposed his eyes, carefully alert to his surroundings.
