But there was no surprise, only silence answered her. Standing in front of the open door, there were a few pieces of unpacked clothing on the floor, but no one was there.
At that moment, Chen Moting's heart went cold. She retreated in fear, unable to understand what was happening.
She had done nothing, and she had survived the crisis of last night. Why... why?
It was broad daylight, with blinding sunlight outside. How could this be happening?
But it was too late to think about why, as Chen Moting was overcome with a severe sense of impending doom. Leaning against the wall, she abruptly rolled up her sleeves, revealing a layer of goosebumps on her arm.
This was an instinct from a seasoned player; she sensed an enormous crisis approaching, one that could very well be fatal.
But the most frustrating part was that she had no idea what the thing was, or why it was after her.
