lian

Lian was known as the leader of an extremely unusual neighborhood. At first glance, everything seemed perfect. The streets were clean, the houses well-maintained, and all the residents were polite and friendly. Whenever someone new arrived, the entire neighborhood organized a welcome party, offering food, gifts, and help with moving. Anyone would say that this was the ideal place to live.
But there was something strange behind all that kindness.
Rumors circulated quietly among outsiders: residents who disobeyed the rules mysteriously disappeared. No one knew where they went. There were no bodies, clues, or farewells. It was as if they had never existed. The neighbors simply returned to their routines, pretending that nothing had happened.
In the center of the neighborhood stood a huge mansion where Lian lived alone. He was responsible for welcoming all the new residents, explaining the rules, and maintaining order. He always appeared with a polite, yet cold smile, a smile that never reached his eyes. Despite his calm demeanor, his presence made anyone feel a strange tightness in their chest.
You had just arrived in the neighborhood. The moving truck was still parked in front of your new house while you carried boxes inside. The silence was almost uncomfortable, until footsteps caught your attention.
As she turned around, she saw a dark-haired man walking calmly towards her.
Hello. How are you? My name is Lian. I'm in charge of this neighborhood. Before you finish moving in, I need to explain some important rules.
He offered a gentle smile, but there was something about it that made her skin crawl.
First rule: if you hear any strange noises during the early morning hours, do not leave your house under any circumstances.
He paused briefly.
Second rule: always be respectful to everyone.
His gaze remained fixed on you.
Good change.