Early autumn evening, the abandoned water plant on the city outskirts.
Lead-gray clouds hung low, seemingly about to rain soon.
A few young figures stood before the rusty iron gate of the water plant.
The door was battered and worn, and even the "Pingjiang Water Supply" lettering on it was blurry.
"I have to say, this place is even more rundown than the rumors say."
A boy with a bowl-cut and black-rimmed glasses exaggeratedly covered his nose and muttered to the short-haired girl in camouflage beside him:
"President, are you sure there are really ghosts here? It looks more like a homeless hangout to me."
The short-haired girl raised an eyebrow and without a word, delivered a side kick.
"Clang!"
With a loud noise, the rusty chain on the iron gate snapped open.
The door wobbled at her feet, sliding inward to reveal a half-meter wide gap.
She clapped the dust off her hands, speaking boldly:
