Unit 1002 was a cozy yet ordinary two-bedroom apartment.
The decor inside was in the style of more than a decade ago, dominated by white and teal, simple yet pleasing to the eye.
Several green plants on the balcony, freshly misted with water, swayed gently. Water still dripped from the spout of the white spray bottle, leaving a damp patch on the bluish-gray tiles.
The range hood rumbled in the kitchen. After the crack of eggshells being broken came the crisp sound of chopsticks rapidly stirring against a bowl, accompanied by a woman humming a little tune.
The Dining Table in the Living Room had long been set: the white of steamed mandarin fish, the red of garlic shrimp, the green of mushrooms with bok choy, and the fragrance of egg yolks still wafting from the kitchen...
The blend of sounds, colors, and scents wove together the atmosphere of a happy home.
The view passed over the woman in the kitchen and the Dining Table in the Living Room, gradually turning toward the open bedroom. On the southeastern wall stood three sticks of burning incense, worshipping something, but the sight flashed past in an instant.
A thread of orange light spilled from the bedroom. On the Red Plaid Tablecloth covering the desk, a family of three—a man, a woman, and a boy—were locked in an embrace and smiling within the Mirror Frame.
Happiness had been forever frozen in that moment of three smiling faces.
"If you had only one bullet, but two knife-wielding criminals stood before you, how would you ensure your own survival?"
The boy, with both hands on the desk, secretly squeezed the eraser in his palm as he bit his lip and stared at the page of exercises before him.
He was very handsome. His fair little