You see a shelf filled with an assortment of research materials and books: Feasibility Report on Cooking Tacet Discords, Court of Savantae Mysteries, Mortise and Tenon Joints in Huanglong Architecture... Then shelf creaks under your hand. You try to steady it, but it s too late. A wooden block falls squarely onto your foot. It’s a critical hit!

Yangyang: “Ro-Rover!”

On the table, there was a photo album neatly placed. It seemed like it was frequently leafed through, as the cover was slightly curved. A single photograph lay inside, seemingly cut from a newspaper. It depicts a woman in white coat gazing at an infant, her face hidden from view by the angle. The paper looks well kept.

Yangyang: “Rover, I don’t think we’ll find what we need here…”

The unusual device has a complex structure and a groove that can fit an entire arm. It’s cold to the touch, and as you press your arm into it, you feel something sharp and felt a slight pang of pain.

Yangyang: “Rover, p-please don’t touch that! It’s dangerous!”