In the secluded house of Tan Qin, nestled at the edge of town, an unsettling air of tranquility pervaded. Mrs.
Tan hummed softly to herself in the kitchen, the aroma of dinner wafting through the air, while her daughter, Xiao Qin, sat in the living room, her brow furrowed in concentration as her home tutor led her through her lessons.
"Teacher! Teacher!" Xiao Qin's voice pierced the silence, her curiosity evident. "Why are you wearing that mask?" She peered up at the tutor, a man shrouded in mystery, his features obscured by a black mask.
The tutor, a sinister smirk playing unseen on his lips, leaned down closer. "Because, dear student, your teacher is unwell today," he replied, his voice a chilling whisper.
"Huh?" Xiao Qin's brow furrowed deeper, her confusion palpable.