Zhou Pingsheng opened his eyes and found himself sitting at a round table.
A deck of Werewolf cards lay on the table.
Nine other people sat around him.
All nine had their heads bowed and sat perfectly still, their faces hidden in shadow and impossible to make out. Including Zhou Pingsheng, there were exactly ten people, enough to fill the table.
He looked around. Beyond the round table was nothing but darkness. A solitary lamp hung overhead, swaying gently in a breeze from nowhere.
Tentatively, Zhou Pingsheng reached out to touch the person on his left.
There was no response.
He turned to the person on his right.
The moment his fingertip touched them, their body turned into countless tiny specks of light, all of which poured into his own body.
