Tang Mo only realized after finishing the last episode of the crosstalk show that she hadn't left her room all day. 'This is how you lose ambition to trivial things,' she thought. 'A person's downfall truly begins with a craving for comfort and pleasure.'
The sky outside had already darkened, making the thick fog seem even more hazy and sinister. It felt incredibly eerie and terrifying, like living in a horror movie that was just missing a soundtrack.
Almost everyone had their doors and windows shut tight, curtains drawn. No one wanted to look at that terrifying thing for a second longer than they had to.
But Tang Mo was different. She had her window wide open, allowing her to observe any new developments in the dense fog at a moment's notice. It was as if the fog wasn't trapping her in the house, but rather, she was the one keeping an eye on the fog.
