The night was adorned with a cold moon hanging askew in the sky, its chilly moonlight spilling over every corner of the city, yet incapable of bringing the slightest cool to the sweltering evening.
Under the shroud of darkness, the neighborhood was exceptionally silent, with most residents leaving their windows open due to the excessive heat.
The stark moonlight pierced through the gaps in the curtains and into Susan's bedroom, faintly revealing everything within.
Inside the bedroom, Susan lay on her soft cartoon-themed bed as before, her eyes slightly open, ears perked up, listening for something.
What was it?
A cry.
In the evening, having imbibed some aged Maotai and after a bout of activity, Susan went to bed and soon fell asleep.
However—
Right when she was in the depths of a peaceful slumber, a high-pitched and "strange" cry startled her awake.
