"The Red Raincoat Woman appeared on the Station Platform. Everyone, hurry up and look around. See if there are any clues left behind." Fu Bole and several other Haunted House designers searched the Station Platform carefully. They soon noticed a few things.
Two figures stood on the back of the Long Street Station Platform, a man and a woman. Their silhouettes were imprinted on the platform, as if frozen in a moment of memory.
There was also a patch of water beneath the Station Platform. Faintly visible in it were a Male Student in a school uniform and a Female Teacher holding a Red Umbrella.
Some words had been casually carved into the corner of the station sign, crooked and uneven. Whoever had left them there might have been immersed in a childish, simple happiness.
"Love begins with a meeting."
"I missed the Last Bus, but I waited for you."
"Could you let me walk you home?"
These crooked words seemed to stir memories of youth in anyone who saw them—innocent and awkward, yet beautiful.
"How could words like these be carved in such a sinister place? Is there a cruel, terrifying story hidden behind this innocent first love? Is all this beauty just a prelude, destined to be ruthlessly torn apart at the last moment, using the contrast to create despair?" Sister Snake's Haunted House seemed to have featured a similar theme. She rubbed the black skull tattoo on her arm, as if lost in memory. She was a woman with a story.
"The style of this street is completely different from the other buildings. You'd think it would be full of Fear Points, but we haven't seen anything scary." Zuo Han's sense of dread grew stronger. It felt as if this was the last calm before the storm.