Wenslim City.
The rain drizzles on,
though the roads are flooded, a local hotel seems to be leaking water outward, and shells unpredictably spill onto the streets.
Cold, bluish neon lights illuminate the hotel interior.
Reporter Wu Wen droops her arms, holding a uniquely shaped, slightly curved octopus tentacle key in her mouth, quickly inserting it into a moist wooden door with no sign.
Clack!
As she used her body to push open the door, a curtain of water descended.
The room was filled with water, with various aquatic plants growing through the floorboards.
Wu Wen swiftly slipped inside, shutting the door with her heel as if evading a pursuing presence.
Bang!
A sudden impact hit the door from behind, but it held firm, and after a moment, the attacker left.
Wu Wen finally caught her breath, leaning against the damp wall, arms slack, a black liquid streaming down her limbs.
