Just as Shen Jingqi was lost in thought, a slight footstep broke the night's silence. Shen Jingqi suddenly turned his head, his gaze like a piercing flame scanning the corridor.
However, all he saw was his own shadow swaying under the dim light, nothing else.
Frowning, the sense of unease in Shen Jingqi's heart grew stronger.
"Am I too sensitive?" Shen Jingqi murmured to himself, trying to convince himself. But just then, he heard the sound again—a deep, indistinct call, as if a whisper from the depths of his heart.
He followed the sound, crossing the corridor to another wing. This was a darker area, with only a few emergency lights flickering weakly. Shen Jingqi proceeded cautiously, each step filled with alertness.
Suddenly, he stopped, his gaze fixed on a tightly closed door ahead. A sign was hanging on that door.
Shen Jingqi's eyes locked onto the closed door, as if it was a barrier to an unknown world. The sign on the door was rusty, the letters blurry.
