In the murky room, Nan Yuan sat cross-legged on the bed.
This was Room 508, belonging to Qian Jiangyue.
He hadn't turned on the fluorescent light in the room, letting the darkness envelop him instead.
For decades, he had been living in such a state.
When Qian Jiangyue closed his eyes to sleep, he too lost light.
Suddenly, the light turned on by itself, flickered twice, and then stabilized.
Nan Yuan quietly watched it all, his expression indifferent as if what was happening now had nothing to do with him.
The wall in front began to seep fresh blood, quickly dyeing the snow-white wall a dark red. The red blood slowly dripped down, forming a row of bloody words on the wall.
[Why do you do this?]
The bloody words on the wall posed a question, a question asked by Quan Yun Apartments.
Nan Yuan stood up. "Because I am human, that is all."
His reply was neither humble nor arrogant, even when facing Quan Yun Apartments from a position of inferiority.
