The Midnight Pawnshop was as silent as ever, shadows draping over its ancient artifacts like a shroud. But tonight, there was something different in the air—a strange pull, drawing Liang Wei deeper into the unknown depths of the shop. Mr. Shen stood in front of a heavy iron door that Wei hadn't noticed before, his expression grim.
"Follow me," Mr. Shen said, his voice barely a whisper.
Wei hesitated but nodded. Behind that door, he knew, lay secrets that even the usual visitors to the pawnshop had never seen. He followed Mr. Shen, their footsteps echoing in a slow, somber rhythm.
They entered a dimly lit chamber filled with objects that radiated an almost unbearable energy. Strange artifacts were scattered on shelves and locked behind glass cases, each item humming with a quiet menace.
