The camera's view began to twist and skew, everything around it seeming like the blurred sights of a drunk wandering vagabond, causing a headache and brain swell.
The perspective shifted toward Blindman Zhang, floating in mid-air, yet the tables, chairs, and ground cast no shadows.
The camera moved close to Blindman Zhang, within inches, but the latter seemed to not have noticed at all.
Stephen's heart leaped, he knew full well that according to the clichés of genuine horror films, such hermit-like figures, when alone, would meet with danger and soon be dispatched, leaving the protagonists vulnerable and immersed in fear.
Horror films typically comprised a few character profiles.
A common protagonist with certain admirable qualities.
A woman who only knows how to scream hysterically and heedlessly seeks death.
A warrior whose combat prowess appears high but invariably dies first.
