Wei stepped through the door of his home, the familiar creak of the wooden floorboards beneath his feet offering a sense of comfort amidst the day's turmoil. He took a deep breath, shaking off the remnants of the outside world. Thoughts of Mei Lan and the bizarre events from earlier weighed heavily on his mind, but an inexplicable urge tugged at him—a whisper that urged him to explore his room, to delve deeper into his own past.
As he entered his room, the evening light streamed through the window, casting long shadows that danced along the walls. It was a modest space, filled with school books, posters of martial arts heroes, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingering from an incense burner. But something felt different, as if the very air held a secret waiting to be uncovered.
