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Here's the basics in a previous ask!

I'm really having fun with the horror vibes, like in this snipp:

Something squelched under his shoe, and Zhao Yunlan froze. Heart beating a rapid tattoo, he slowly rocked back on his heels, lifting his foot inch by inch until he was pulled up short. Whatever he'd stepped into was sticking to his sole. Wrinkling his nose—the living room and kitchen had been spotless, what could possibly lie around in Professor Shen's bedroom that made such a noise? Focussing, Zhao Yunlan tugged his foot up, forcefully enough to hopefully break the connection. The floor tugged back.

But also the worldbuilding? Scene 1 is all set-up, scene 2 is meeting Shen Wei, and scene 3 is the smut xD (scene 4 explains some more worldbuilding ZYL doesn't get to learn just yet 👀)

Wang Zheng had the singular distinction of having gained her void sense while already working for the SID; as a secretary her sensitivity hadn't been deemed of any importance. However, the cases the SID handled were often dangerous, and as such Wang Zheng had an unfortunate encounter that left her mind blown wide open and clinging to the shreds of her sanity. She ended up with more memories than her own, foremost amongst them of a young, long-dead girl named Gelan, to the point where sometimes she couldn't tell who she truly was: Gelan or Wang Zheng.

Honestly, depending on how well it's received and the muses feel like, I'm super tempted to do a sequel where ZYL leads an unwary perp, who thinks they're the scary one chasing Chief Zhao, into Shen Wei's apartment where the perp promptly gets stuck xD (ZYL is on good terms with Shen Wei's void tentacles after that first introduction okay)

Like, oh you think you can take Chief Zhao because you have ~powers and he does not? You think you can corner him on his home turf? Void jail for perp! Void jail for a thousand years!

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Prompt 13: “A Deemo inspired fic w/ the twins! Highly recommend listening to the music.” Will also be on AO3 and FFN under the same name so you can follow for future updates ;)

Chapter 1 - Lonely Pianist

He was alone somewhere he had no knowledge of. There was nothing, as if he was on a blank page. Oddly enough, a few music sheets were lying at his feets. He bent to take one and as soon as he did, a wind rose from nowhere and the other pages flew high above him. Then, his surroundings were painted black and the wind stopped. Now glowing spheres slowly floated upward. With a puzzled expression, he looked at the music score he took earlier, he noticed he could read it, and concluded that if it was a dream, it should be a lucid one. He had no idea who he was nor where he was. To make things easier, he had nothing on him that would give any clue. He looked barely human, looking more like a character from some horror video game, with long thin black limbs. He wondered what his face was like… It was such a weird dream.

The scenery suddenly changed again soon after. The place looked ancient and was prettily lightened with sifted lights. A large piano was set up at the center. Music sheets that got carried out were falling back on a ground that he could now see. He gathered them before moving toward the piano. Since he was alone in here and couldn’t see a way out, he might as well play for a bit…

After a while playing, he lifted his head up from the piano’s keys and noticed a door at the side. Was it here before? Uncertain, he stood up and walked to the door. The room seemed to be a little office with stairs of books against the walls. The desk seemed heavy and the chair in front of it appeared quite comfortable. The room felt very familiar to him for some reason. It felt homely and yet he also felt a twinge in his heart. Maybe he would be able to learn something here…

He learned very few in his research, everything was so blurry. If he thought he was lucid a while ago, he wasn’t so sure now. A lot of pieces of paper were unreadable to him in this office. He would have to be patient to be able to connect the dots it seemed. It was weird his memory failed him as much. If he was in a dream as he supposed, shouldn’t he know his own identity at least? He felt like playing some more after that. The room was so silent, he needed to hear something. Besides, music always cleared the mind. Of that he was positive.

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