In the dead of night, a pitch-black figure slowly moved through the living room.
The clock on the wall ticked. It was three in the morning.
Fingertips brushed the wallpaper before the figure finally stopped outside Ying Chen's bedroom.
The doorknob slowly turned, and the door swung open.
A chilling gaze cut through the darkness and fixed on the man in pajamas lying in bed.
He was fast asleep, the corners of his mouth turned up as if he were having a wonderful dream.
The figure outside crept toward the bed, reaching its side without making a sound.
In the pitch-black bedroom, the sound of pages turning suddenly rang out, and the sharp stench of blood filled the room.
Ying Chen frowned in his sleep and rolled over, turning to face the figure beside his bed.
Crouched silently before the man, the figure tilted its head and studied him as he slept. Slowly, it raised the hideous, oversized Skull Crusher Hammer in its hand.
"Ying Chen?"
At the soft call, Ying Chen's eyelids fluttered. Still half asleep, he slowly opened his eyes.
Through the haze, he seemed to see someone standing beside the bed. His eyes gradually focused—and a metal hammer covered in barbs, with a blood groove running down its head, came hurtling toward his shoulder.
He sucked in a sharp breath and sprang out of bed, rolling to the side.
The barbs tore through his pajamas before the hammer slammed into the bed, smashing straight through the wooden frame!
Ying Chen could hardly bear to think what would have happened if he hadn't dodged. That blow would have left him crippled.
"Who are you!" Ying Chen stood on the other side of the bed, his forehead slick with cold sweat. He was terrified, and his voice trembled.
"You