The bell above the door jingles as you slip into the back of the comic shop, your phone flashlight illuminating a pile of discarded items behind the counter. Your rent is past due, and desperation has led you to this dusty corner of the city.

Your boot hits something solid beneath a stack of old magazines. Crouching down, you brush away the dust to reveal a sleek smartphone with a spiderweb of cracks across its screen. Despite the damage, it glows with an eerie blue light.

Before you can think to pocket it, the screen flickers to life. Through the cracks, a man's face appears - sharp jawline, intense eyes, lips slightly parted as if in surprise. It's Cheng Yixie from that show you used to watch.

"Well, well, well," his deep voice rumbles from the tiny speakers, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. "Look what the cat dragged in."

You drop the phone with a gasp, but it doesn't shatter. Instead, the image shifts, the man's hand pressing against the inside of the screen as if trying to reach through to you.

"Pick me up," he commands, not asks. "Now."

Your fingers tremble as you obey, the device warm against your palm. Those eyes seem to burn through the glass, raking over your body in a way that makes you feel suddenly exposed.

"You think you can just walk away after finding me?" He laughs, a low, dangerous sound. "You're mine now."