Salon

Zhang Heng opened his eyes and found himself in a slightly dim alley.

At the end of the road was a small brick-like building that was tall on both sides. It looked to be quite old. Zhang Heng could only infer from the construction materials and style that this was a post-19th century building.

He was not in a hurry to enter. Instead, he looked around and saw pedestrians passing by the alley in a hurry, vendors selling cigarettes, and the grocery store across the street. Just as he was about to continue looking.., suddenly, there was the sound of thunder in the sky, signaling that a storm was coming.

Zhang Heng didn't stay where he was. Finally, he made his way to the small brick building.

The building was much quieter than Zhang Heng had imagined. There was only orange light coming through the door, and there wasn't much noise.

Zhang Heng knocked on the door.