"Why am I here?" Wen Ran asked, his voice sharp and laced with annoyance, though his youthful features masked a deeper, more terrifying presence. He looked like an immortal beast, poised and ready to pounce, his gaze burning with a quiet fury. The air around him seemed to pulse with his unspoken anger, as if the very world feared the storm brewing inside him. His body tensed, as though ready to tear apart whatever or whoever had forced him into this place, making him confront memories he'd rather forget.
Yet, no response came. The silence was suffocating, as though the world itself had died, leaving nothing but a hollow void. Only the faintest whisper of wind swept through the stillness, brushing against his ears and neck, cold and unforgiving. The distant call of birds echoed faintly, a reminder that life, in some form, still existed beyond this place. But here, in this moment, everything felt dead.
