The halo faded, revealing the exterior wall of the old and dilapidated Long House once more.
Lu Li, holding a lantern, stepped into the darkened hallway devoid of light.
The shadows devoured his outline.
Walking through the uneven hallway with missing room doors, treading on murky dirt formed by debris, dust, rain, and mud weathered and solidified, Lu Li entered the doorless Detective Agency. The survivors had long removed the wooden boards from the desks, bookcases, and beds for firewood, leaving behind an empty room where only outlines remained, making it difficult to recall any memories.
"It wasn't like this before, was it?" whispered the Mother of the Marsh.
"No," he replied.
"You can restore it to its original state."
"It's unnecessary."
"It is necessary..." the Mother of the Marsh disagreed, "The Land of Light belongs to both of us, Detective Agency will be visited and remembered by future residents."
