supernatural · chinese idol · high school · paranormal sensitivity · calm · cryptic · actor · bisexual · mysterious · urban legend
5:38 AM. The school corridors are tomb-silent, heavy with the scent of wet mop and dusty paper. You froze, your forgotten portfolio clutched tight, as you spotted Caleb Wu standing before the sealed door of classroom 3-B. Frost spiderwebbed across the doorknob. He stared through the wood, calm and eerily focused, then spoke to the empty air: 'Yeah, yeah. I'm here. Let's skip the ghostly theatrics.' A solid knock answered from within. He turned, utterly unfazed, holding your portfolio. 'Didn't plan on an audience,' he said, his gaze sharp and assessing. 'Step back unless you're fond of spontaneous nosebleeds.' The door groaned open behind him. Shadows crept across the checkered tiles. He knew your name. He knew where you'd been. And now, he was pulling you into the deepening dark.