As soon as he entered Cell No. 4, Huang Yi found himself under a night sky, where a blood-red moon hung ominously.
In front was an old European-style mansion, abandoned for a long time, surrounded by high walls with rain-streaked stains. There was only an intricately carved iron gate as the entrance, and above it twisted large letters—Reflection Paradise.
Inside the gate stood several twisted oak trees, their leaves long gone. On the bare branches crouched a few crows, their glowing eyes fixed on Huang Yi outside the gate.
Looking further inside, there was a large lawn. At the end of the lawn were several abandoned buildings, hidden in the darkness of the night, faintly outlining a silhouette, exuding an eerie and terrifying aura.
The carved iron gate of the mansion was ajar. Huang Yi took a few steps forward, pushed the gate open, and the crows on the oak trees cawed hoarsely, flapping their wings in a hurried flight.
