Tw: Suicide
The night was cold, and the air was heavy with tension. Hwa Xuzhou crouched in the shadows, watching the guard move around the estate. After carefully timing the guard's shifts, he slipped through an open window and found himself inside Gu Yan's mansion.
The hallways were dark and eerily silent. Too silent.
His instincts had never failed him, and now he was going to trust them again. Something was wrong. It was as if his arrival had been anticipated.
Hwa Xuzhou became torn. Should he forge ahead, despite the danger that lay ahead, or return and plan for another day?
He clenched his fist. It was now or never.
With that thought, he surged forward, navigating through the hallways. His movements were silent as he avoided the guards with ease. Soon, he reached Gu Yan's room. Hwa Xuzhou's hand tightened around his loaded gun as he slowly opened the door, prepared to defend against any attack.