The disc Yi Chen had received from the director was already several years old. It was titled Midnight Subway, and the film also had the standard runtime of ninety minutes.
The story was about a heavily built office worker who took the last train home every night after working overtime, riding a train that was about to be decommissioned and had outdated surveillance systems.
As long as there were passengers on the train, but no more than three, he would wait until it entered a signal dead zone, then take a mask of hatred from his briefcase and begin killing.
When the screening ended,
perhaps because he had watched too many even worse films last night, or perhaps because he had vented his emotions on the set today,
Yi Chen did not experience particularly intense emotional fluctuations this time. His thoughts lingered more on the set, considering the special nature of the White Skin Mask and the root cause of the entire Tenth Calamity.
However, he did not think for long. The comfort of the hotel added a drowsiness to the depths of his consciousness. Even Yi Chen yawned, his body wanting to curl up beneath the blankets and seek the rest of sleep.
Having realized the hotel was dangerous, Yi Chen immediately regarded this comfort as a threat and instinctively rejected it.
However, as long as he stayed in the hotel, this comfort was unavoidable. But if he left the hotel and went out onto the streets, he might be targeted by another calamity like last night, or even die prematurely.
As he hesitated, the disc that had finished playing automatically ejected from the player. A flash of inspiration passed through Yi Chen's mind.
"Lorien, how about helping me with one more thing?"
Lorien was floating in midair, half