A deep, magnetic, and gentle voice echoed in her ears.
Someone was calling her name.
'Who could it be?'
Sitting in a pure white space, Yu Lan tilted her head, a hint of confusion on her beautiful face.
She had been here ever since she woke up.
She didn't remember a thing.
There was no one here, and nothing else.
All she felt was an intense sorrow gripping her heart.
It hurt so, so much.
'Something incredibly painful must have happened before I fell asleep,' she thought.
The calls came one after another, an unbroken chain of sound.
Yu Lan, who had been sitting cross-legged on the floor, slowly rose and began to walk toward the source of the voice.
As she moved, patches of black began to stain the pure white space.
As if it were being devoured, the darkness started to close in on Yu Lan.
Startled, Yu Lan began to run, faster and faster.
Her chest heaved, and her breathing grew heavy.
