Cold raindrops fall on the outstretched palm.
The splashing water brings coldness.
Looking out at the sea, the twisted sea forms an abstract painting.
In the intensifying rain, Lu Li retreats into the dining area, outside the sound of waves and rain gradually becomes muffled.
Sheet lightning from deep within the black clouds illuminates the dilapidated, dim dining area. The scattered, aged food indicates people once dined here, while the radial and accumulated bloodstains suggest something strange also fed here.
Stepping over the scattered utensils, as Lu Li approaches the kitchen, he hears what sounds like a bizarre licking noise.
Creak—
He pushes open the door, and cold, damp air rushes into the dining area.
A hole in the dining area wall lets in gusts of rain and wind into the kitchen, tearing at the fragile food.
Braving the storm, Lu Li manages to rescue some vegetables and meat.
No canned food.
