The guest

Zhi Yong led Li Wei through the dimly lit storage room at the back of the bar, heading toward a concealed door. With a subtle creak, the hidden entrance swung open, revealing a steep stone staircase leading down into the depths below.

As they descended into the heart of the secret basement, the temperature dropped, and the shadows grew more pronounced. The air grew cooler, carrying with it, a musty, ominous scent.

Upon reaching the bottom of the staircase,

it became evident that the chamber was far from ordinary. It stood in stark contrast to the elegance and orderliness of the rest of the establishment. The walls were cloaked in cold, damp concrete, giving the space a forbidding air. The atmosphere was heavy with foreboding, and the dim lighting added to the menacing ambiance.

Different tools meant for torture were strewn across tables, along with seemingly mundane items.