The actual hell is this? The actual hell happened here? How did my room become so ruined after an individual night? The ground and table were covered in dust, his new poster of Zhang Liang Ying that had just been posted on the wall a couple of days ago had already become yellow and tattered around. Even Zhang Liang Yings beautiful face became monstrous, as though a vintage devil was taking a look at him with a terrifying smile. The walls were included in a mist of cobwebs and the fruits put together with the coffee table were withered and rotted to the idea that the mold in it had turned black. The fruits below even appeared to have converted into mush. The aluminium framed window that the landlord had just installed not that way back when was now covered in a layer of white ash and the glass was filled up with cracks and covered in dust. The computer beside his bed was also included in cobwebs and was associated with a clear water glass with a withered worm within it. Dust filled air making Wei Xiao Bei choke as he tried to breathe. Everything appeared to be ash gray with no light, as though taking a look at television static. After just one single night, it appeared like everything in the area had aged for years and years or even millennia. Mother is this a dream? This must be considered a dream!