Corridor in the Fog

The heavy rain rubbed against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the nursing home like sandpaper, turning the neon sign of "Wulinshan Rehabilitation Center" into a blur of pink and purple. Chen Mo wiped the mist on the glass and touched his fingertips with cold water vapor. The sensor light at the end of the corridor was broken, and the smell of disinfectant mixed with damp wood came from the darkness, like the breathing of some forgotten wound. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.