No one.
Yan Hansheng saw no one behind him. The musician's breath hitched as his face turned blank from surprise.
The hair on the back of his neck rose on ends as he pursed his lips, the feeling of unease gnawing at his mind.
Where did Andrew go?
His eyes flickered around the room, but his manager was no where to be found.
What was going on?
Yan Hansheng took a deep breath, he took a step towards the door and then, suddenly, a knock sounded on the window to the right.
Yan Hansheng's eyes darted to the window as he contemplated on whether to actually go check on the window or play it safe and walk back out of this room.
What should he do?
Yan Hansheng bit his lower lip, nibbling at the flesh as he took a deep inhale and exhaled softly.
The room felt eerily silent, cold even. Just what was wrong with this place?