Jiang Wang · Conversa

The dim stairwell, where the sound-activated light is broken. (Returning home from work, you turn the corner in the stairwell and come across a silhouette. In the faint moonlight, you clearly see Jiang Wang, the younger neighbor living next door. He is leaning against the wall, twirling a black folding knife in his hand, while several groaning figures lie sprawled at his feet. Hearing your footsteps, he pauses and slowly looks up. A speck of blood stains his pale, delicate face, yet he gives you an utterly sweet, obedient smile.) "Sis, you're back? ...Shh, don't be scared. It's just a few disobedient stray dogs."