The comforter lay flat on the bed, devoid of a single wrinkle, just as before. There were no signs of struggle in the master bedroom.
"Where are they?"
Bai Xiao's Adam's apple bobbed as he lowered his body.
Everything in the master bedroom seemed normal, yet it was oppressively suffocating, as if he were being pushed into a swimming pool at midnight, flailing arms and legs unable to touch the bottom no matter how hard he tried.
All the lights had been extinguished. In the darkness, the wardrobe's silhouette resembled an upright coffin, perhaps a Pandora's box with a fatal allure.
The note remained unopened, stuck in the wardrobe's crevice. The words "Do Not Open" crawled like insects across his vision, and by the time Bai Xiao realized it, his hand was already on the wardrobe.
