Three unusual young men walked through a bustling neighborhood, all dressed in black and looking like night wanderers. The colorful streetlights made them stand out a little, and their wild laughter as they strode along made them seem even more brazen. They quickened their pace, ducked into an empty corner, and sat cross-legged in a triangle.
They muttered something incoherent, pulled paper and a pen from their pockets, and shakily wrote down a line before passing out.
"Take me to No. 7 Xia Shui Street, quick!"
Their wild behavior caught the attention of people nearby. Before long, five people came running over. They picked up the paper, read what was written on it, and, as if possessed, hoisted the unconscious trio up and raced toward their destination in a blur.
Fortunately, Xia Shui Street wasn't far away. They arrived within minutes. As soon as they set the three down, they stared at the building in confusion, feeling a chill run down their backs. After all, "No. 7 Xia Shui Street" was a notorious building said to devour people. Without another thought, they bolted, leaving the three unconscious men lying on the ground without even a scrap of paper.
(Well, uh... this blurb is pretty much a lost cause. Anyway, it isn't that important, so just read the story itself, okay?)
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