Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
The doorbell rang incessantly until Li Wei opened the door—
Whoosh, a cold wind carrying a scattering of snowflakes hit him in the face.
A man, completely enveloped in a black down jacket and blending silently into the night, stood there at the doorway, standing rigidly and formally despite the biting cold, his posture as commanding as the Grim Reaper with scythe in hand.
However, what he held was not a scythe, but a toolbox, slightly lifting his chin to look up at the tall figure of Li Wei.
"You're a bit shorter than I pictured," Li Wei said, not fully awake yet, eyes barely open, his voice full of nasal tones as he cracked a joke.
The Black-faced Yama in front of him clearly didn't get it, "What?"
Li Wei chuckled softly, waving it off, "Nothing, how can I help you?"
The Black-faced Yama held up a small, clear plastic toolbox in his left hand, "You could urinate in this plastic cup."
