Someone... in the wardrobe?
Li Ang instinctively looked towards the corner of the room, where a tall, old wooden wardrobe stood.
RUSTLE, RUSTLE.
The sounds of hangers colliding and clothes rustling came from inside the wardrobe.
Then, with a BANG, the wooden doors of the wardrobe were violently pushed open from within, and a figure rushed out.
He was a tall man dressed in black Night Clothes, wearing a hat and a mask. His eyes gleamed fiercely, and in his gloved hands—motorcycle gloves—he held a small knife and a damp towel.
The man's target was clear: he headed straight for the bed where Li Ang lay.
However, a muffled, beastly roar erupted from under Li Ang's bed.
A massive shadow, far too large to have fit under the bed, leaped out and surged towards the man. It swept him up, crashing through the glass window and onto the ground below.
