Understudy: Going Undercover

He had that dream again.

In the dream, someone with exactly the same build as him stood silently beside his bed. There were no facial features, just a pitch-black silhouette with a clear outline, but Lin Jian knew it was “him.” The figure bent down until its face was almost touching his nose. Its breath, cold and redolent of old dust, brushed against his skin. He wanted to scream, to move, but his body felt as though it had been filled with cement. He couldn’t even lift a finger. A feeling of suffocation surged over him like a tide, swallowing his mouth and nose.