It was late at night.
Xu Yi put away the [Fated Die]. His hand reached for the washroom door handle, but then paused briefly.
My hand... has gotten a little thinner.
Unlike the others, Xu Yi could clearly feel that his wrist had grown thinner.
That was because he wore a very snug watch on his wrist.
Even that tiny loss of flesh had loosened the strap a little.
Xu Yi stared at his wrist for a while, then looked away.
After leaving the washroom, he had intended to tell Zhong Xueran, who was becoming less and less like herself, about his arrangements. But after looking around the living room, he immediately frowned.
No one was there.
Where was Zhong Xueran?
He had heard no sounds outside while he was in the washroom. It did not seem as though a ghost had attacked her.
Had she left on her own?
"Zhong Xueran?"
Xu Yi called out.
"Are you still here? Zhong Xueran?"
Only Xu Yi's own voice echoed through the apartment in the dead of night.
Wait...
Xu Yi looked toward the camera he had installed in a corner of the living room. He had originally intended it as protection against thieves, but now it seemed to have another use.
He immediately returned to the bedroom, turned on his computer, and pulled up the surveillance footage.
It was now 1:20 a.m. He rewound the footage to when Zhong Xueran was in the living room, and something strange happened...
Zhong Xueran, her lips blood-red, slowly walked toward the corner.
Something seemed to be drawing her in. As though she had completely lost control of her body, she dragged her slightly unsteady feet slowly toward the wall.
Xu Yi's heart suddenly raced. He immediately rushed out of the bedroom and into the