Gu Jun slowly pushed open the wooden door. The room looked grey as if covered in a layer of shadow. He frowned as he reached for the light switch. It snapped on with a flick. However, the light did not come on, perhaps they were broken. Gu Jun focused and he realized everything in the room was fading in color. The vintage bed, the closet flickered out of corporeality. They seemed to edge against the border of existence. With the blink of an eye, they could disappear. 'Is it my mental problem or vision problem? Or is it a problem of the room itself?'
Gu Jun had a suspicion. 'So this is the witch house…' Once again he was reminded of Keziah Mason, she was definitely not a good person but she was not exactly a bad person either. She did not believe in Nyarlathotep, she only believed in herself. If she did not chant the prayer of Shub-Niggurath at the altar, things might have ended up completely different.
