The next day's sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, carving patches of light and shadow across the floor.
Busan's morning carried a hint of cool dampness. The scent of gardenias filled the room, mingling with the lingering sweetness of strawberries from the night before to create a gentle morning scene.
Xu Xian-jing was still curled up beneath the covers, deeply asleep. Her brows were slightly furrowed, but a faint smile lingered on her lips, as though she were having a sweet dream.
She lay on her side, her long hair scattered across the pillow, exposing a small stretch of fair neck. Her breathing was even and deep.
Last night's passion had drained every bit of her strength. Like a greedy child who wanted to pour out all the longing she had stored up at once, she had ended up completely limp after "gorging herself." She was now sleeping so soundly that she did not even open her eyes when the sunlight fell across her face.
Li Dan, on the other hand, sat on the bed with ease, using his computer to investigate news about this Ghost Gate.
Hmm, news on the Horror Forum traveled even faster than the actual news.
Someone from South Korea had registered on the forum and made a post. Since the poster was a South Korean medium, they knew the full story better than anyone.
The tragedy began in the suburbs of Busan during the 1990s, at a building known as the abandoned Training Institute.
The director, Yoon Jeong-ho, had a daughter late in life and named her Yoon Mi-ryeong. She had been the apple of his eye, but as Yoon Mi-ryeong grew older, symptoms of multiple personality disorder gradually began to emerge.
Sometimes she was a timid little girl. Sometimes she was a hot-tempered, irritable