Zhong Man recognized him at a glance. This young man was Raven's companion, whom she had captured in the footage at North Shore Gear Plaza.
"Ready?"
There was no clear response in the video. The young man merely reached over and seemed to pat the person behind this viewpoint on the head.
"Wash up, eat, and get going. Oh, and a reminder—Uncle is working overtime again, so Old Mo is cooking today..."
These mundane yet seemingly insignificant details filled the footage, slowing its pace even further.
Zhong Man could not quite understand the intent behind it, much less the video's positioning.
If this was a trailer, the editing rhythm was far too slow. If it was promotional behind-the-scenes footage, it was too serious and complete. Of course, if it remained in first perspective throughout, it would certainly be more mind-bending and niche.
Could this be something cobbled together by so-called professionals who only knew filming and color grading?
No matter what she thought, the video continued at its established pace. The voice-cracking young man left, while the homeowner, as both the carrier and narrator of the viewpoint, did not close the door. She simply walked back the way she had come.
The morning wind was strong, and the circulating air made the bedsheet hanging from the edge of the bed sway far more noticeably. The curtains on the other side also billowed fiercely. These accelerating movements seemed to herald some obvious change about to arrive.
At this moment, the full-length mirror in the corner finally played a crucial role. The homeowner, who had not spoken all this time, stopped at just the right angle and looked into the mirror at herself. At last, the viewers could confirm it: she was Demon Eye Girl. She really was Raven.
She wore a