No. 477 Tianmen Street

It is now twelve o'clock in the evening, and I am standing in front of the tea house at No. 477 Tianmen Street. Across the street, the werewolf in the grocery store was screaming at me; next door, the pen boy in the stationery store was writing furiously, writing red "curses" on the paper; at the same time, the nine-tailed fox passing by the door of the teahouse walked towards me and gave me a wink, but I was unmoved at all, because I was...