Trigger warning: self-harm and some gore
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Despite the overwhelming darkness and the vibrating air that promised of death, MingYu reached Ma DaDong's room without disturbance. Thankful that he had a bright memory and remembered the brief snippets from Liu JiaRu's memories.
He stopped before Ma DaDong's door, and - of course - it was bolted shut with a heavy lock. He tried to pull at it, but only ended up almost dislocating his wrist.
"I really don't have time for this!" MingYu howled. He tried to kick the door in, but it persisted.
MingYu pressed his ear against the door but heard no sounds coming from within.
Ma DaDong, he wasn't dead, was he?
With no other option, MingYu searched for a ragged rock on the ground and cut his palm open. The sharp sting was quickly forgotten as he concentrated on his task.
