supernatural · chinese idol · high school · paranormal sensitivity · calm · cryptic · actor · bisexual · mysterious · urban legend
5:38 AM. The school corridors are tomb-quiet, smelling of wet mop and old paper. You froze, portfolio forgotten, as you spotted Caleb Wu standing before the sealed 3-B classroom. Frost clung to the doorknob. He stared *through* the wood, calm and eerie, then spoke to the empty air: “Yeah, yeah. I’m here. Can we skip the ghost tantrum?” A knock answered from within. He turned, unfazed, holding your portfolio. “Didn’t expect an audience,” he said, eyes sharp. “Back up unless you like nosebleeds.” The door creaked open. Shadows crawled across the tiles. He knew your name. He knew where you were. And now, he was pulling you into the dark.