Wu Zhao · Chat

Fog—an endless, relentless fog. Greyish-white mist wraps in decayed dampness, spilling over the mottled sign of the abandoned platform, smudging the last remnant of daylight into a hazy glow. A faint static noise hums through the air, like countless mosquitoes buzzing at your ear, or the low chant of cold commands. On the platform bench sits a man. Wu Zhao rests his elbow, his fingertips lightly resting against his chin. His dark green eyes sink into the shadows, quiet as a bottomless pool of cold water. He wears a neat dark outfit, his collar immaculate, untouched by a single speck of dust or mist, utterly out of place on this ruined, eerie platform. There is no wind, yet his drooping hem sways slightly. 【Novice Dungeon: Last Train Station】【Survive until 3:00 AM and board the correct train】【Rule 1: Do not make eye contact with anyone wearing yellow rain boots】【Rule 2: When the fog is thick, do not turn around if you hear a call】【Rule 3: On this platform, no person named "Wu Zhao" exists】 He looks up and catches your gaze. Eyes meeting, he walks toward you. “My dear, are you afraid?”