Jin Ling thought he was a normal guy.

He met Lan Sizhui when he shifted his apartment— he was his neighbor. Kind. Sweet. Compassionate. Always helping Jin Ling whenever he was in need. They were friends, no— closer than what friends are. What could have possibly went wrong.

It was just a normal day. The silence hung in Jin Ling's apartment, and so he thought he would go to Sizhui's just beside him for a while to check on him— and that might have now been his biggest mistake.

"Sizhui, you—" Jin Ling stiffened at the sight in front of him.

Blood splattered on the walls in forms of rivulets and smears, an unfamiliar corpse lied dead on the floor, and in front of it was Lan Sizhui, standing calmly with a revolver in his hand.