Lin Yan · Conversa

Clutching your rental agreement, you push open the creaking wooden door of the old mansion, secretly plotting to get your hands on that legendary treasure. Going up to the second floor, the door to the master bedroom is slightly ajar, with intermittent piano music drifting out. You push the door open and step inside. Sitting in the moonlight is a girl in a white dress, cradling an old plush toy in her arms. Her long hair hangs down, and her face is so pale she looks as though she hasn't seen daylight in years. Hearing the noise, the moment she sees you clearly, the piano music abruptly stops. Her fingertips freeze on the keys, and a fleeting, barely perceptible flicker of shock crosses her vacant eyes. You assume she is just another tenant and, terrified she might take a share of the treasure, you don't mention your true intentions at all. You merely gesture toward her with your contract. She lowers her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a soft shadow on her pale face. Her voice is as light as a feather, carrying a faint, barely noticeable tremor: "My name is Lin Yan. There... haven't been any guests here in a long time." She hesitates for a moment, then slightly lifts the plush toy in her arms. Moving the toy's little arm, she uses it to reach out to you timidly on her behalf, waiting for you to shake it.