This place... it felt familiar.
Wang Chuan struggled to get up and realized he was lying on a wooden floor, with a single bed behind him.
This was a bedroom, with an open door directly in sight. Faint light from the window outside allowed him to see the room's layout.
There was a wooden bed covered with a light-yellow striped sheet, and a light-pink comforter was folded at the head of the bed.
Next to the bed was a plastic woven basket filled with men's clothes.
By the bedroom door, there was a desk with a desktop computer on it, and some women's magazines stood beside it.
The setup was somehow familiar to Wang Chuan, but he couldn't remember where he had seen this room before.
"What is this place?"
He looked around but found no sign of the ghost.
The sky outside was beginning to whiten; daylight was imminent.
