The living room wall was adorned with a broken clock, frozen at one minute past midnight. Despite the hands not moving, a ticking sound emanated from somewhere in the room.
Han Fei leaned against the wall, unaware of who had turned off the bathroom light. At this moment, he had no desire to find out what was hidden inside, only wanting to leave this unfamiliar "home" as soon as possible.
Taking long strides to the living room's security door, Han Fei reached for the doorknob. Before he could open the door, a faint knocking began out of nowhere!
It was as if something had jolted Han Fei's brain; he retracted his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
The knocking grew clearer and clearer, and Han Fei's heart gradually rose. He leaned forward slowly, and just as his face was about to meet the peephole, he suddenly realized something.
"Could it be that the knocking isn't coming from outside the door?"
Drained of color, Han Fei turned to look at his own bedroom.
