My name is Chen Mo. People say that your name determines your destiny. My life is like this name - walking silently on the edge of the crowd.
Until I moved into Apartment No. 101 And found the piece of paper with strange rules under the door.
"You have to check under the bed every night and don't respond to whatever noise you hear."
I scoffed and threw it in the trash.
But late at night, I heard scratching sounds coming from under the bed, and a child crying:
"Brother, why don't you look at me?"
