The concrete framework was fragmented, like the remnants of a giant beast forgotten by time.
Cracks spread across the walls like dried-up rivers, the windows long devoid of glass, leaving only empty iron frames, like hollow eyes watching the late-night visitors.
This abandoned, incomplete building hadn't seen this many people arriving consecutively within the same day in a long time.
Cang Qingsen climbed over the wall into the unfinished building, following the location from the multimedia message.
"Is anyone here? I've arrived, where are you?"
Cang Qingsen's voice echoed lowly within the empty building, the reverberation exceptionally eerie and unsettling.
Suddenly, the phone vibrated, and a text message appeared on the screen—Top floor!
The top floor wasn't yet roofed, leaving various sized openings between the slabs. Cang Qingsen paused, looked up, and vaguely saw a blurry figure standing on the top, silently gazing downward.
