Chen Jiang sat in the dimly lit motel room, tendrils of smoke curling upwards from the cigarette held loosely between his fingers. The air was heavy with the remnants of their encounter, but his mind was elsewhere. Beside him, the woman slept soundly, oblivious to the world outside their private bubble.
As he took a drag, Luan's voice echoed in his mind, a reminder of the complexities that intertwined his existence with that of the mysterious entities. Their presence in this world was an enigma, their motives shrouded in secrecy.
"Host, there have been two unidentified entities detected in this world," Luan's words carried a note of urgency, a testament to the gravity of the situation. "And as of now, there are no means of identifying them."
Chen Jiang's brow furrowed in contemplation. The presence of unknown entities was a cause for concern, a disruption to the carefully balanced order of his world. He flicked the ash from his cigarette, his thoughts racing.
