"Hey!" Shang grabs my hands.

I look at him in surprise.

"Are you okay?" He puts his hand on my cheek.

"Yes... yes. I think so." I breathe.

"What happened? What's wrong with you?" He asks.

"Nothing. I'm fine. Let's go." I say. 

Shang pulls me to the inn, like a dream it faded. It's gone. I don't feel the evil aura I once did five minutes ago. It was so strange, but if he's confident, I suppose it should be fine. He leads me inside. It's small. It's really small. I look around. The walls were cracking, and the paint was slipping. I see old dry, lanterns hung up.  There's a little old man sitting at the front. There was this terrible smell of over pickled cucumber or something of that manner. 

"We need two rooms." Shang leads me forward.

I look at the old man who was fiddling with his noodles. I bite my lip. I see an old doll. A doll that looks cursed. It looks like something of darkness an abomination. I draw back and grip his arm tighter. He looks at me in concern.

"Two for such a fine couple?" The old man asks.

We jump in surprise.

"We are not... I am not..." I start.

"I'm just teasing unfortunately we only have one room." The old man says.

We look at each other.

"Are you certain?" Shang asks.

He gabs the Old Man collar. I jump.

"Easy! Easy!" I yelp.

"Alright." Shang puts down a couple of coins.

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