Cre-aaak~
The tightly shut wooden door was pushed open. Brian pressed the switch and lit up the studio.
"Please, come in."
He gave an awkward smile, then explained to Chen Zhou,
"It's summer now. If the temperature gets too high, unfinished wax figures will deform, so I can't expose them to light.
These artworks have all my devotion poured into them. They're like my children—I have to protect them."
As he spoke, he walked over to the right side of the room, to an unfinished life-sized wax figure placed in the corner, endlessly introducing to Chen Zhou his creative inspiration and the artistic vibes this piece contained.
Chen Zhou pretended to appreciate Brian's work, humoring him while pacing around the room, searching for more clues.
He had already caught the scent of blood blended with the waxy smell in this room, and faint traces of rot.
