The night descends, the drizzle patters, making this eerie castle appear even more sinister. Lingling rests her arms at the doorway and paces back and forth; soon enough, she's drenched by the rain.
"Hey, open the door, what's your name... bastard, hurry up and open the door! Your quack medicine trick has gotten my friend into big trouble..."
Lingling vaguely remembers Yin He mentioning his name, something like "Hun," so in her rage, she nicknamed him Hun-dan, the jerk.
After cursing him a few more times, suddenly a window at the top of the castle lights up briefly, then the door below opens. The old caretaker walks out under an umbrella, holding a very old-fashioned lantern, "Miss Long, my master said, please come in!"
"Really, that's great, he's finally come around!"
After leading Lingling inside, the old caretaker warmly says, "My master is not called Hun-dan!"
