This mining site mostly consists of single-story buildings. The only two-story house, normally the contractor's sleeping quarters, has now been vacated for Baiyu and his team's accommodation.
The night was eerily quiet at the mine.
Occasionally, the cries of stray cats and dogs mixed with the sound of crickets sent chills down one's spine.
Around midnight.
Baiyu awoke from a dream, his palm slowly reaching for the cold grip of his gun beneath the pillow, lying still on the bed.
About eight meters away at the door.
A black figure stood there.
Motionless.
It just stood at the doorway, like a corpse.
No breathing, no heartbeat, silently gazing in Baiyu's direction.
For those unaware.
It might appear as if they were playing a game of statues.
As seconds ticked by.
The figure began to move, step by step, toward Baiyu's bedside, walking with steady determination.
The atmosphere reached a chilling peak.
In that instant.
