Butterfly (A WeiLan Horror)

Prologue and Character Introduction

June, 15th 2018

It was the warmest day of the year, the sun shone the brightest but the breeze was surprisingly pleasant. It was a perfect day to take a dip or maybe to roam around the downtown. And that's what the city men and women did. Some took a dip at the community pool while the rest roamed around the downtown, eating, shopping, and indulging in frivolous pursuits.

The city was in a joyous spirit. It was the most beautiful day Shanghai had ever seen...

But for someone particular, it was the most cursed day of his life.

Shen Mansion

Inside, it was the darkest and the coldest.

The mansion did not have a single ray of sunlight peeking in. A dreadful silence echoed the malignant darkness.

The mansion that once resembled a palace, right out of a fairytale, the place that once gushed with gleam and warmth was washed in the murk and eerie chill.

Every corner of the mansion screamed gloom and one of these corners had a 28-year-old Shen Wei, shaking and breathing rapidly while trying to stay hidden.

It was way too cold; his hands trembled, his insides shivered. The drop in temperature was now causing him numbness in the limbs and plumes of frosted breaths out of his thin rosy lips.

He brought his shivering hands close to his mouth, only to hiss and wince in pain. His eyes squeezed, jaws clenched not able to bear the excruciating pain the open skin in his shoulder caused him.

"Shen Wei..." a small kid's voice echoed the silence, "where are you, Shen Wei..."

Shen Wei covered his mouth immediately. Tears left the corners of his fearful widened eyes to hear the voice of his 6-year-old niece.

"Come out, please. We want to play with you." It was now his sister's voice that ominously echoed the silent mansion.

Shen Wei's heart was now beating faster. He pressed his hands over his mouth with all the more energy and silently sobbed into it.

"Come out, Shen Wei," Both his niece and sister called him now, their voices echoed together like one person shared two different vocal cords.

"No..." Shen Wei whimpered. He squeezed his eyes and covered his ears. He did not want to hear their voices, he did not want them to call him, not when they had been dead for the past two years.

"Shen Wei... Shen Wei..." a masculine voice sobbed. (A/N: I cannot stop imagining Zhao Yunlan tied to the pillar, sobbing Shen Wei's name when Ye Zun stabbed him with the icicle.)

This voice...

Shen Wei knew this voice.

"Yunlan?" He sprung out of his hideout, only to freeze on the sight.

It was not him. It just looked like Zhao Yunlan but it was not him.

He stood wearing a menacing smirk on his blood-smeared lips. His eyes, his beautiful brown eyes were replaced by white orbs.

More tears left Shen Wei's eyes, his lips parted in shock and fear while he forgot to breathe.

"Shúshu, why are you so late," Yunlan complained like a little kid, his lips in a pout but the voice that made its way to his lips was Shen Wei's 6-year-old niece mixed with Yunlan's.

Shen Wei gasped.

"Shen Wei, how many times do I have to tell you to stop bringing all those guys and girls home!" He yelled and it was now all their voices out of Yunlan's throat.