Southern School Tomb Raider: Record of the Sealed Mountain

Chen Jiayou rolled over and pulled the covers over his head. A freelance writer, he had spent the day working on a piece until the early hours. His mind was still caught up in the plot of the mystery novel he had just finished, and in his half-asleep state, he thought the noise was part of a dream. By the third round of pounding on the door, he was wide awake. “Coming, coming!” he cursed, stepping barefoot onto the concrete floor. The chill shot up from the soles of his feet to the crown of his head. The door opened a crack, with the security chain still fastened. The motion-activated light in the stairwell was broken, leaving the corridor pitch-black. Only a little orange light from the streetlamp at the lane entrance seeped in from outside. Chen Jiayou squinted out A man stood at the door. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or people is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.