No one.
There was no one outside.
Xu Tian's legs trembled, and as if having an epiphany, he suddenly relaxed,
"It's the production team, right? You all were trying to prank me, right? How childish...See, I am not scared!"
Xu Tian laughed nervously, trying to convince himself. But the hallway outside was completely empty.
No lights, no shadows, no crew members hiding with a camera. Just silence.
His hands felt cold. He turned his head slightly to check his room.
Suddenly he felt as if someone was massaging his hair. Xu Tian's entire body froze.
At first, the touch was gentle, like someone playing with his hair. But then—
The grip tightened.
Xu Tian's heart pounded. His breath caught in his throat. The fingers in his hair twisted, pulling hard. Pain shot through his scalp.
"Ah—!" He gasped, reaching up to grab the hand.
But there was nothing there.
The pressure didn't stop. It felt like invisible fingers were tangling through his hair, yanking harder and harder.
