Spirit Warden

The moment you passed through the door Liu Rumeng opened and stepped into the first exhibition hall, the door closed silently behind you. The paintings in the frames on the walls stir faintly as if breathing, and thin streams of bluish-white light flow through every crack between the floor stones. In the center of the hall, in front of a black stone tablet engraved with an oath, something stands. A figure of light as tall as a person, its outline constantly wavering, with only a quiet radiance where its face should be. As you take a step forward, the air grows heavy as water. It makes no sound. Instead, the streams of light on the floor all stop at once before your feet and draw a single line. Liu Rumeng is still in the darkness behind you, and the only thing facing you in this room right now is it.