Late night.
The solitary moon hangs high, like a fox's eye, indifferently gazing at the mortal world.
West suburb of An Nan City, Cyan Lamp Inn.
The large white walls have long shed most of their white skin over the years, faintly retaining yellow blotches, and the worn-out door frames have long become loose, creaking at the slightest push.
This inn, with its décor reminiscent of the seventies and eighties of the last century, has long been neglected.
In the spacious inn, there seems to be no attendant to be found, and at the end of the dim corridor, the faint sound of water dripping from a faucet can be heard.
Drip-drop... Drip-drop... Drip-drop...
Just then, a figure pushes the door and walks into the inn, the flickering yellow light casting a long shadow.
"In this rundown inn, freezing and hungry, who is here seeking joy in hardship?"
