Yunfeng's eyes snapped open.
He wasn't cold anymore, and the searing numbness that had crawled up his spine was gone — or at least muted. What greeted him instead was a dimly lit room, the air tinged with an uncanny stillness.
His breathing hitched when he recognized the wall opposite him.
It was covered in missing posters.
Hundreds of them — old, crinkled, yellowing at the edges. Some were printed, some hand-drawn. All of them had desperate, pleading eyes staring back. And all of them were taped with worn precision.
This was that room.
"…I'm back again?" he whispered, his voice unheard.
The first time he came here, his body had nearly died. His soul had escaped — drifting into this in-between future.
Ever since then, he showed up here occasionally when he was deep in slumber.
The room was strangely lit with a lot of inteface screens embedded on every side of the wall. All open and without any lock.
And sitting on the bed across the room was his sister, hana.
