The cold air of the night whispered through the narrow streets as Wei and Mei Lan left the Midnight Pawnshop. Though they had finished their shift, the ominous presence left by the nameless man lingered in the air, gnawing at Wei's mind. His instincts told him something was off—deeply off.
As they walked side by side, Mei Lan glanced at Wei and began signing.
"What do you think was in that box?" her fingers moved swiftly, her eyes wide with concern.
Wei glanced back at the shop's fading silhouette. The heavy atmosphere that had settled after the trade with the nameless man still clung to him like a second skin.
"I don't know," he replied, his voice soft, barely audible over the quiet night, "but whatever it was, it wasn't just dangerous. It felt like… it wanted something from us."
Mei Lan nodded, but her unease didn't fade. She signed again.
"It didn't just want something. It felt… alive. Like it was waiting."
