The case itself wasn't complex, but its social impact was significant.

Although the circumstances were clear, some questions remained.

Why did He Baowen suddenly possess superhuman strength?

Why did Li Degang know he would be killed? Knowing the time, location, and method.

And why hadn't he fled, knowing he would be attacked? What was he afraid of?

Lilith returned to Rongyuan Residential Complex, packing her things.

"You're leaving now? Are you going undercover again?"

Yin watched her anxiously.

Lilith looked up, smiling. "Yes. Tell Uncle Daniel thank you for his help; I'm leaving."

"You should call him yourself; I won't."

Lilith hesitated; she didn't know how to face the middle-aged detective; she still carried the burden of a criminal record.

She'd planned to leave after finding a stable job.

But… Lucien had left her $2,000; enough to live in Industry City for a long time.

Lilith picked up her bag, saying goodbye to Yin.

"Goodbye."

Yin watched her leave, feeling a strange premonition—that she might never see her again.

"Hey! I'll become a criminal profiler!"

Yin shouted after Lilith.

Lilith paused, turning to look at the disgruntled student. "Good. When you become a profiler, maybe you'll arrest me."

Lilith waved and entered the elevator.

"I told you not to smile at girls…" Yin muttered, watching the elevator doors close.

...

After leaving Rongyuan Residential Complex, Lilith checked into a nearby motel.

She didn't want to stay at Daniel's because the detective, was observing her.

Opening the door, she glanced around, put away her luggage, lay on the bed, and took out her phone.

She found Sylvia Winterwind's name in her chat logs.

Lilith found her sudden invitation strange; as a newcomer to the fog gathering, she had never interacted with Sylvia Winterwind; in real life, it was even less likely; one was a young woman with a murder charge, spending her adolescence in a psychiatric hospital; the other was a high-profile celebrity with fans across the country, including Yin.

What was her purpose in meeting her?

Lilith had considered this repeatedly.

After much thought, the only connection was the fog gathering. Perhaps… she wanted to ask about the last task?

Tired from the day's events, Lilith slowly closed her eyes.

She didn't realize Sylvia Winterwind's purpose had nothing to do with the fog gathering; their meeting, in a sense, was deeply… personal.

...

Industry City Police Department, Jiang Branch.

Officer Wang's face was ashen as he looked at the corpse.

He Baowen was dead.

Dead in a detention cell.

But the scene was so bizarre that it sent chills down the spines of all the officers present.

"What… the hell happened here?"

"Investigate! Check the security footage!" Wang roared; everyone sprang into action.

This was unbelievable!

He Baowen's face and muscles were severely lacerated; the sight was horrifying.

Blood flowed from his wrists; his mouth was frothing with blood; blood covered the floor.

The first officer to see it almost fainted; he called for help; everyone arrived, including Officer Wang.

What had happened?

This was a police station detention cell!

Who dared to commit murder here?

However, after reviewing the footage, everyone's expressions turned grim, filled with… indescribable fear.

Several officers, unable to bear it, rushed out, covering their mouths.

Because the footage was horrifying!

Officer Wang's knuckles whitened as he gripped the table, his eyes fixed on the screen. He Baowen had been sitting cross-legged in a dark corner of the cell; it was too dark to see clearly.

Suddenly, He Baowen began to move; he extended his hands, scratching his wrists; his sharp nails easily tore his skin, severing veins; blood flowed onto the floor.

He continued, his face quickly becoming lacerated.

Finally… his lifeless body lay in a pool of blood, trembling slightly; no one had entered the cell; He Baowen hadn't made a sound during his self-inflicted torture.

The silent footage repeatedly showed He Baowen's self-mutilation.

Silence fell over the station; occasional retching and swallowing sounds were heard.

Officer Wang's pupils constricted; even this veteran detective felt deeply unsettled.

"Investigate…"

Officer Wang started, realizing his voice was dry and hoarse, sounding like a stranger.

"Wang… Captain Wang… how do we investigate?"

Officer Wang turned; the officers behind him, although silent, showed clear fear.

This was bizarre, unsettling.

How could a human be so cruel to themselves?

He Baowen seemed… possessed.

"Everyone…" Officer Wang felt helpless; he had no idea how to investigate; the footage showed He Baowen's death clearly, but… could they release this information?

"Try to find out who he contacted, any strange statements he made, at least… find a reason for his bizarre suicide."

"Yes… Captain."

...

Lilith woke at 8 AM.

She hadn't gone out that morning; instead, she remained in the inn, carefully examining her brother's belongings.

Lucien had been a private investigator. Lilith reflected that she actually knew very little about her brother. She only remembered that he often disappeared for days at a time, but he always left money with their landlady to look after her, though Lilith felt she didn't need looking after.

Glancing through the documents Daniel had preserved, Lilith found nothing of apparent value.

Most of the papers were contracts with clients: investigations into funds, finding missing persons, legitimate debt collection, even finding lost cats and dogs—typical, mundane work for a private investigator.

But… for such an ordinary Lucien, his belongings contained a strange silver key.

And that key unlocked the Fog Gathering gate.

What was Fog Gathering?

Despite having completed a task there, Lilith still had no clues. She didn’t even know if returning to that past world would affect her present reality. If… if it did have an impact, the temporal paradoxes involved would be incredibly complex.

But if it didn't have an impact, what was the purpose of Fog Gathering bringing her and others to that strange spacetime?

She didn't believe it was some unknown entity’s idle amusement.

If such an entity existed, humanity wouldn't even qualify as toys.

Lilith organized her brother's papers, then silently gazed out the window.

In short, she had entered Fog Gathering. According to Maximus, her next entry would be in about a month.

As long as she survived, she would eventually learn everything. One day, she would discover the truth behind her brother's death…

She would make whoever killed Lucien pay the ultimate price, no matter what… or who… they were.

Dismissing her thoughts, Lilith showered, changed clothes, and leisurely ate lunch before heading to her meeting place.

Her hotel was near the Rongqiu Tianhai district. After asking for directions, she quickly found the Gushu Coffee Shop.

During the lunch break, the Gushu was sparsely populated with nearby office workers.

From a window seat, Lilith saw her.

As if noticing Lilith’s gaze, she quickly turned her head.

“Am I late?”

Lilith approached, pulled out a chair, and sat down, politely declining the waiter’s coffee offer and requesting a glass of lukewarm water instead.

“I’m early.”

Sylvia Winterwind replied softly.

Her voice surprised Lilith. Seeing her in person, Lilith had expected a colder tone, but her voice was unexpectedly gentle.

“What do you want?”

Lilith didn't beat around the bush. After receiving her water with a slightly curious look from the waiter, she plainly stated her purpose.

Sylvia Winterwind suddenly sat up straight, silently observing her.

Though her sunglasses obscured her eyes, Lilith sensed the complex emotions within them.

After a long moment, Sylvia Winterwind pulled a photograph from her handbag and placed it before Lilith.

“You should recognize this person.”

Lilith’s grip on her cup tightened. She looked at the photo; it was years old, slightly faded at the edges, but clearly well-preserved.

The picture showed a man in a white, loose-fitting robe, smiling broadly. He resembled Lilith seven out of ten, but his demeanor was gentler, more approachable, and mature.

How could she not recognize him?

Still, she never expected to see a picture of Lucien in the hands of a nationally renowned actress.

However, something was amiss.

Lucien had died ten years ago. Even if he had been connected to Fog Gathering, that would have been ten years ago. But… Sylvia Winterwind was still connected to Fog Gathering; had she also spent ten years there?

“Where did you get this photo?” Lilith asked after a long silence.

Sylvia Winterwind continued to watch Lilith. She rarely encountered someone who could hide their true feelings from her, yet she had to admit that she felt pressured by Lilith.

She couldn't read any emotion in Lilith’s eyes; the only sign of her discomfort was her hand instinctively tightening around her cup upon first seeing the photograph.

But that was enough.

“Lilith, Lucien… you are siblings…” Sylvia Winterwind seemed to sigh, her voice thoughtful.

“You still haven’t answered my question.” Lilith stared at her calmly.

Sylvia Winterwind met her gaze, unfazed. She said seriously,

“Your brother was my sister’s husband.”

“What?!”

For the first time, Lilith showed surprise. She stared at Sylvia Winterwind, as if not having heard correctly. She asked again, “Lucien… was your brother-in-law? He was married?”

Sylvia Winterwind again retrieved a photograph from her bag, placing it beside Lucien’s.

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It showed a young woman, beautiful and intelligent, bearing a resemblance to Sylvia Winterwind, though their temperaments seemed drastically different.

“This is my sister, Ophelia Winterwind. I use her name in my acting career.” Sylvia Winterwind took a sip of her coffee—strong, black coffee with no additions.

“Ten years ago, my sister disappeared. Our family frantically searched for her, only to discover unexpectedly that she was married. And her husband was your brother, Lucien.”

So, she actually had a sister-in-law?

Lilith felt her mind reeling. Such a thing was extremely rare for her; few things affected her emotions.

“Lilith, your brother’s death is suspicious. My sister’s disappearance is also suspicious.” Sylvia Winterwind set down her coffee, speaking seriously to Lilith.

Actually, she had noticed her the moment she entered Fog Gathering; their mannerisms were similar, their appearances alike. There were no such coincidences in the world, but… if Lilith hadn't survived her first task, she wouldn't have told her any of this.

Fortunately, Lilith hadn’t disappointed her. Or perhaps, Lilith’s abilities had exceeded her expectations.

She could help her, help her… find them.

Lilith knew, of course, that Lucien's death was suspicious.

Her memory was flawless, except for one day; that day was a complete blank in her mind, as if… a chunk of memory had been forcibly removed.

If Sylvia Winterwind knew about Lucien's death, it meant she had already investigated the events of that year. Her sister's disappearance had occurred around the same time as Lucien's death.

Lilith first considered the reliability of her words.

After a moment, she reached a conclusion.

Sylvia Winterwind had no reason to lie.

She likely wanted information from Lilith, but unfortunately, Lilith knew less than her. After all, she'd spent ten years catatonic in a mental hospital, unable to conduct any investigation.

Silence settled between them.

Outside the window, carriages and people flowed like a river.

Everyone had secrets, some larger, some smaller.

They deliberately avoided sensitive topics, such as how they had entered Fog Gathering.

Lilith suspected Sylvia Winterwind possessed a key—her sister's key.

Fog Gathering was not a safe place; it could kill at any moment.

But… once they were in, escape was impossible.

Perhaps Lucien and Ophelia had felt the same way.

The coffee shop was quiet, only the faint sounds of a television playing softly in the background.

“….Suspect He Baowen committed suicide last night in the Jiang branch detention center. Why did such a young man take the path of murder? Educational shortcomings are gradually bearing horrific consequences…”

Lilith suddenly looked up. Sylvia Winterwind thought she was about to speak, but saw her eyes fixed on the television.

Sylvia Winterwind followed her gaze, her expression changing.

The image on TV was heavily pixelated, but the bright crimson blood was still shocking.

But what truly caused Sylvia’s face to drain of color wasn't the blood; it was… she could see a twisted, black shadow leaving the body, exiting the frame!

She abruptly stood, the clatter of the table unusually loud in the quiet café.

“It’s them!”

Sylvia’s voice was suddenly sharp, though she didn’t seem to realize it. Or perhaps, seeing that scene, she was too distraught to care.

As a result, the other patrons, either on lunch breaks or having quiet conversations, turned to look at her. Their expressions changed from annoyed frowns to puzzled suspicion, and then… to excited surprise.

“Ophelia Noir?”

“Is that Ophelia Noir?”

“It’s her! Why is she here?”

Sylvia’s outburst had put her in a precarious situation, but fortunately, Lilith wasn't similarly affected.

She decisively pulled Sylvia, still staring dumbfounded at the TV, away. Leaving some cash on the table, she quickly left.

Perhaps Lilith’s actions were too swift, or perhaps the café patrons couldn’t believe their eyes. By the time they recovered, Sylvia was being pulled away by an unfamiliar man.

They were certain the young man wasn’t a celebrity or anyone famous.

Wait… why was Sylvia here, meeting with such an unknown person?

Gossip travels fast, especially about a trending actress.

Fortunately, Lilith rarely went online; otherwise, her expression wouldn’t be pleasant.

...

On a park bench.

Lilith frowned, looking at a scratch on her arm.

She hadn't expected Sylvia, having recovered her composure, to scratch her; and the reason was that she had taken her hand?

“You also saw the black shadow in the picture?” Lilith looked at Sylvia, who was fidgeting on the bench, now seemingly aware of her status as a public figure.

Sylvia nodded, restless on the park bench.

“There are plenty of pretty girls; no one will pay you much attention. Acting like this only draws more attention.”

Lilith swore she was telling the truth, but Sylvia’s gaze turned unfriendly.

However, after her gentle correction, Sylvia calmed down somewhat.

“That twisted black shadow… only we can see it…” Sylvia whispered.

We?

Lilith considered her meaning.

Their similarities and differences from others were only apparent in Fog Gathering. Theoretically, only those who'd been to Fog Gathering could see it.

In other words, even without realizing it, something had changed in them, all those who’d been to Fog Gathering…

That black entity clearly wasn’t an ordinary creature.

The television footage must have undergone censorship, yet no one else saw it; they perceived it as a normal image.

And judging by Sylvia's words, she’d seen something similar before?

Lilith's searching gaze revealed her thoughts, and Sylvia quickly understood.

“…After my sister disappeared, I sometimes went into her room. Once… I accidentally saw something similar… entering her mirror.”

“And… Liam and the others mentioned seeing something similar in reality.”

So that's it…

Lilith stroked her chin thoughtfully.

What were these things?

Ghosts?

No… if they were the kind of demonic spirits from Fog Gathering, the world's order would have already collapsed.

So what… were they?

Lilith’s eyes shone. While she couldn't identify the shadow, she was certain it was connected to Lucien's death ten years ago!

Too similar, too many coincidences.

Lilith didn't believe in coincidence. In her view, all coincidences were the inevitable result of some unknown influencing factor.

Her goal now was to find the cause of these coincidences.

With that thought, Lilith prepared to leave.

But as she stood, Sylvia also rose from the bench.

“I’m leaving.” Lilith calmly looked at her.

“I know.” Sylvia adjusted her large sunglasses, seeming unsure, then quickly lowered her head.

“Why are you following me?”

“Who’s following you?” Sylvia glanced around, hiding mostly behind Lilith.

“I’m going to investigate.” Lilith looked at her without speaking, stating her true purpose.

“Me too.” Sylvia looked at Lilith, serious. “Something similar appeared in my sister’s room. They’re definitely connected to her disappearance.”

“Perhaps…”

Lilith hesitated. She suddenly realized she couldn't refute Sylvia’s statement; their goals were almost identical.

...

The wind howled fiercely through Industry City today. The sun, visible that morning, had completely vanished.

Dark, heavy clouds pressed down on the sky, threatening to fall, casting a vast shadow over Industry City.

A chilling wind whipped through the streets and alleys, carrying an unsettling atmosphere.

“Lilith, this isn’t the student’s house, is it?” Sylvia looked up at the building, questioning.

It was clearly a single-room apartment building.

Lilith, without turning around, pushed open the glass door:

“If you want He Baowen’s place, turn left at the Luliu Road bus stop; it’s in the Haiming residential area.”

Sylvia glared at her back, hurrying to follow. After their brief interaction, she considered Lilith utterly unapproachable.

“So whose house is this?” Sylvia watched Lilith press the button for the 13th floor in the elevator.

“Li Degang’s.”

“Li Degang?” Sylvia was slightly puzzled. “Who’s Li Degang?”

“The deceased.” Lilith glanced at her. This woman was completely uninformed about the case; her presence was mostly a hindrance.

“Ding—”

The elevator arrived.

Stepping out, Lilith silently regarded the closed door.

She’d obtained Li Degang’s information from the police; naturally, his residence had already been investigated.

For a nearly forty-year-old petty criminal, Li Degang’s personal life was remarkably unremarkable.

“The door’s locked. What now?” Sylvia looked at Lilith, though her question held more mockery than genuine concern.

Who told her to be so blunt?

“Move aside.”

Lilith didn't react, simply pushing Sylvia aside.

Sylvia pushed her hand away, coldly snorting, “What? You can pick locks…?”

“Bang!”

Before she finished, a loud crash echoed as Lilith kicked the door open with one blow.

“What did you say?” Lilith looked at Sylvia questioningly, having seemingly overheard something.

Sylvia’s face was impassive. She calmly replied, “Nothing.”

This brute was simply a monster; looking frail, yet possessing incredible strength…

Lilith glanced at her, saying nothing.

They both entered Li Degang’s apartment.

The room was small, sparsely furnished.

The police had already searched; any clues were likely gone.

Sylvia followed Lilith. Just as she was about to close the door, she heard footsteps outside.

Had the commotion alerted other residents on the 13th floor?

As Sylvia wondered, the footsteps grew closer.

Whoever it was… was about to appear.

“Click… click.”

Two soft sounds—the sound of halting footsteps.

Someone was standing outside, right by the door!

Sylvia’s face paled. She looked at Lilith, who was staring intently at the door, subtly shaking her head.

Lilith had also noticed something was wrong.

Or perhaps… something had been wrong from the start.

The silence was… unnerving.

Since entering the apartment, they hadn't seen a single person, not even a caretaker.

Even more bizarre, there was no sound whatsoever within the apartment.

The building was in the city center. Even if everyone in the building were quiet, the outside traffic noise should still be audible.

But… there was nothing.

By the time Lilith finally realized something was amiss, the strangeness had intensified.

A chilling premonition.

Perhaps her experiences in Fog Gathering had created a distorted perception—that excessively bizarre events wouldn't happen in reality.

But everything happening now completely contradicted that assumption.

Sylvia wasn't new to Fog Gathering; she had faced several such situations. However, that didn't mean she was accustomed to this kind of terrifying strangeness.

Any human being, any ordinary human without supernatural abilities, facing the unknown, the inexpressible, would experience a deep, primal fear; there’s no such thing as getting used to it.

Only someone like Lilith, born with an emotional deficit, could remain so calm in such a situation.

“Hoo…”

Something by the door seemed to be breathing heavily.

Sweat beaded on Sylvia’s forehead.

She’d encountered far stranger situations, but… those were in Fog Gathering; this… was the real world!

Intense fear welled up from deep within. This familiar world had suddenly become alien.

At that moment, the thing outside moved!

“Click…”

It took a step!

Something was about to appear! Lilith and Sylvia stared at the door…

But then!

Lilith and Sylvia suddenly blinked!

What… had happened?

They were standing at the entrance to the apartment building. They hadn’t gone inside, hadn’t taken the elevator, hadn’t opened the door!

“You just now…” Sylvia began, her voice startling even herself.

Her voice was hoarse and dry, completely unlike her usual tone.

Lilith nodded, though Sylvia hadn't finished her sentence.

“Did we… actually go inside?” Sylvia unconsciously clenched her fists, only to find her palms were slick with sweat.

Lilith didn't answer.

The dark glass door resembled a gaping maw, ready to devour anyone who approached.

“Hey, Lilith, I’m asking you…”

Before Sylvia could finish, her eyes widened.

Lilith turned to her, calmly asking, “What?”

Sylvia stumbled back several steps, putting a significant distance between herself and Lilith.

Because the person who had just spoken—using Lilith's voice—didn't have Lilith's face!

It was a bizarre, unfamiliar man's face. He was looking at her, a strange smile on his face, asking, “What?”

Intense fear surged again.

A ghost!

This time, she'd definitely encountered a ghost!

Sylvia stared blankly, her pupils dilating, too terrified to speak.

Though not in Fog Gathering, this was the first time she felt her life truly threatened!

However, Lilith’s perspective was entirely different.

Sylvia suddenly staggered away, her eyes filled with terror.

But… behind Sylvia, only three or four meters away, stood a tall, gaunt creature, its body covered in grotesque faces!

“Don’t move!”

Lilith shouted.

Sylvia seemed dazed, her head bowed, her body trembling. Though she didn’t retreat further, she refused to approach Lilith.

Lilith stared at the tall, gaunt creature. Human-like features sprouted across its exposed skin, its numerous eyes all fixed on a single point—the 13th floor of the apartment building.

Though it didn’t appear to be looking at them, Lilith didn’t feel safe.

Because… the surrounding sounds hadn't returned; this world was still unnervingly silent.

However… she wasn't without options.

“Close your eyes, cover your ears, hold your breath.” Lilith didn't care if Sylvia listened; she'd at least said it.

Whether she followed her instructions was her own business.

Besides… Lilith was doing the same.

There were two ways to induce hallucinations: one was to overwhelm the human senses, the other was to directly affect the nervous system.

The second method was more difficult, requiring breaking free from established thought patterns and forming new concepts.

But this wasn't difficult for Lilith; she'd already attempted to convince herself that everything was a hallucination, but it had been useless.

It seemed the first method was simpler.

Lilith closed her eyes, covered her ears, and held her breath.

Gradually, changes occurred…

“Hoo…”

It was the sound of wind.

And voices, car horns, traffic sounds…

Lilith calmly opened her eyes, returning.

It had been a hallucination.

He looked ahead; Sylvia was still bowed, silent.

Behind her was a busy street. If she had taken another step back…

Lilith didn't continue looking at her but turned towards the 13th floor of the apartment building.

She clearly remembered the creature's gaze in the hallucination; all its eyes had been fixed on that spot.

This wasn't Fog Gathering; Lilith wouldn't knowingly enter a dangerous situation.

After a moment’s thought, she prepared to leave.

The case was practically closed, but many details remained unexplained.

The police couldn't explain them either; some strange occurrences couldn't be shared publicly.

Lilith wasn't in a hurry; she would return to the 13th floor of that building eventually.

“I’m going. You’d best stay away.” Lilith glanced at Sylvia.

But she remained bowed, silent.

Lilith was slightly puzzled; was she still trapped in the hallucination?

As she approached, she suddenly looked up.

Lilith’s pupils constricted; she cautiously stopped. “Who are you?”

“Sylvia.” She looked at her calmly.

Though she appeared to be Sylvia, Lilith could sense a difference… a profound difference within her.

“Ophelia Noir.” Her voice made Lilith frown.

She clearly remembered Sylvia’s gentle voice, but this “she” had a chillingly cold tone.

And the three words she spoke were incredibly strange.

Ophelia? Wasn't that Sylvia's sister?

“Don’t believe her.” She looked at Lilith, her tone cold.

Lilith’s heart stirred.

Dissociative identity disorder?

“What do you mean?” Lilith looked at this “stranger.”

“Don’t look for them in reality.” Her eyes were cold and dark, completely unlike Sylvia’s.

“You’re not the only intelligent one; you’re not the only one who wants to know everything.”

Her warning was unexpected.

Sylvia should be on Lilith’s side, but… another personality within her seemed to disagree.

“Stay away from her; she’ll eventually die by her own hand.”

Speaking of death, she didn't seem to realize that if Sylvia died, she would also disappear.

“Are you… my sister-in-law?” Lilith suddenly asked.

She seemed surprised by her question, her expression faltering before she rigidly shook her head.

“No.”

Without waiting for a response, she spoke again, this time much faster.

“She’ll wake soon. Remember my words.”

“Remember… don’t trust her.”

She looked deeply at Lilith, then closed her eyes.

Then, before Lilith’s eyes,

Sylvia’s demeanor abruptly shifted. She opened her eyes, filled with confusion and fear, her face pale, her lips trembling.

“Lilith… Lilith, there are ghosts here…” Sylvia’s voice trembled, but had returned to the gentle tone Lilith first heard.

Lilith silently observed her.

What was going on with this woman?

She possessed a personality named “Ophelia Noir.” Theoretically, Ophelia was her older sister, and Sylvia was willing to confront strange and terrifying things for her sister, suggesting a strong sibling bond. Their primary and secondary personalities shouldn't be so antagonistic.

But… judging from what just happened, “Ophelia Noir” seemed deeply distrustful of Sylvia, even… malicious!

This woman was full of contradictions and suspicious behaviors; Lilith even doubted the truth of her story about Lucien and her “sister.”

If it was a lie, what could she gain by deceiving her?

Lilith didn’t believe anyone could gain anything from her.

However, that aside, “Ophelia Noir’s” warning unexpectedly aligned with her current thoughts: they shouldn't contact those entities yet.

According to “Ophelia Noir,” someone from Fog Gathering had investigated those anomalies in reality. Who were the “intelligent” people she mentioned, those from Fog Gathering?

With that thought, Lilith said to Sylvia, “It’s too dangerous here; we can’t go in right now.”

Sylvia opened her mouth, as if about to speak.

But Lilith turned and left, showing no interest in her response.

Her eyes held a hint of sadness, but she didn’t try to persuade her.

They walked away in opposite directions.

Lilith suddenly stopped and turned to look at her back.

Sylvia… seemed completely unaware of the other personality within her.

And that personality used her sister’s name.

Lilith withdrew her gaze, glancing once more at the tall apartment building.

This time, it wasn't fruitless.

She was certain that a creature capable of creating multiple hallucinations lived in that apartment; its body was covered in human-like faces.

What exactly was it? A ghost? Or something else…

What was its connection to Li Degang’s strange death?

And… Sylvia’s other personality seemed to know things Sylvia herself didn’t.

Things were getting interesting.