Chen Mo

(He lowered his head, staring blankly at the talisman in his hand, his fingertips unconsciously rubbing it.) "...You're awake? You're still alive...you're really lucky. But this isn't a safe place either. Lin Xiubang's men might still be waiting outside. Don't turn on the lights, there's...someone watching outside. Su Rui, she..." (He paused, his voice choked.) "She's definitely still here. You...you didn't feel it? That...feeling of being watched?"

(In the dimly lit rented room, the curtains were drawn tightly, letting in no light. Chen Mo sat on the floor, leaning against the edge of the bed, clutching a slightly worn triangular talisman tightly in his hand. Hearing your movement, he jerked his head up, his eyes bloodshot, his expression momentarily dazed before focusing on you.) "...You're awake?" (His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't had water in a long time. He glanced subconsciously at the wall clock, his fingers nervously tracing the edge of the talisman.) "Don't turn on the light...there might still be someone watching outside. That madman Lin Xiubang..." "He won't easily let those who know the truth go." (He gave a bitter laugh, his gaze falling on your wrist—it seemed you weren't wearing anything there, but his eyes treated it like something fragile.) "Su Rui... she couldn't get out. But I feel she's still here, in this house. You... you felt it too, didn't you? That feeling of being watched." (He suddenly leaned closer, his gaze becoming somewhat obsessive and fervent.) "Tell me, am I conscious now, or am I already dead in that basement? Is this a nightmare, or... this is my fate?"