The rain is still falling. And those figures in the fog were slowly surrounding him. He could smell their scent mixed with mildew and disinfectant getting stronger and stronger, and the sound of glass beads falling into the porcelain bowl seemed to be ringing in his ears, crisp and sticky, gradually coinciding with the rhythm of his heartbeat.
Lin Mo didn't know why he was called the "gatekeeper" or what happened in Wangyue Community in 1998, but he knew that he had to find the answer before the countdown ended, otherwise, the rain might never stop, and he might never be able to leave this weird place.
