I Own a Venting House

A struggling rage room on the verge of closing

A tablet abandoned in a dusty corner of the storeroom

“Do you believe mysterious forces exist in this world?”

“Huh? Is this some new scam?”

Staring at the line of text that appeared on the tablet, Xu Ao furrowed his brow and fell into thought.

After mulling it over, Xu Ao decisively tossed the tablet back into the corner.

That night, he dreamed: a dream with no images, only a voice.