time to come home

The past week had been…strange. Shen Yuan did not believe in the supernatural, not like his meimei and er-ge. He was more like his da-ge in that sense, always rolling his eyes at their silliness and checking out dark rooms when the floors creaked for them to ensure there was no ghost. However, if there was ever a time he would be more inclined to believe his siblings and what they always said, it would be this past week.Things he couldn’t explain kept happening all over his apartment. He’d find weird notes written in code in strange places, like his bathroom or kitchen, often in English and calling him Cucumber-bro and saying something about a dreamscape. Sometimes, he’d hear phantom voices. Sometimes exasperated, sometimes desperate, sometimes just sad.Sometimes, he’d even see shadows, but they were just out of the corner of his eye and gone the instant he noticed them.The most relevant, however, was what captured his attention now.

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Something is going on with Shen Yuan, and he's going to figure out what.