The night was deep.
The noise had ceased.
Outside the window, cold gusts continued to blow, causing the newly-sprouted spring flower buds on the branches to shiver.
In the darkness, only a few lights remained on.
Due to the competition, these internet-addicted teenagers, who typically had erratic sleep schedules, were sleeping soundly, an unusual occurrence for them.
In the pitch black, a fingerprint-less handprint was gently pressed against the glass of a hotel room several stories up.
Something faceless and dark momentarily pressed against the glass, quietly spying on everything inside the room.
With a very faint click,
the window lock was opened, and the window began to inch open.
The coldness invaded.
Tang Meng instinctively shivered from the slight breeze and hugged the object he was holding even tighter.
That dull, lusterless dark thing slowly approached in the night, standing by Tang Meng's bedside and staring at his hands.
