Rain poured heavily over Yanjing City.
The streets glowed beneath blurred neon lights while people hurried past with umbrellas, some running through the storm while others had already given up on staying dry entirely.
Vehicles splashed through flooded roads.
Somewhere in the distance, thunder rumbled softly.
Wenzhi moved quickly through the rain with a lollipop between his lips and a cold expression on his face.
Water dripped from the ends of his dark hair as he crossed the street before slipping into a narrow alleyway.
A few minutes later, he emerged onto a quieter road lined with older buildings before finally stopping in front of a tall black structure hidden between two abandoned shops.
He knocked twice against the metal door.
A small slot immediately slid open, revealing nothing but a pair of familiar black eyes staring back at him.
It had already been two weeks since the faction idea was proposed.
