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I lowered my voice and asked, "How can I leave this place?"
The old man did not answer my question; he simply continued to speak to himself, "I have been waiting here for a very long time, so long that I almost forgot the passage of time... I have been waiting for my wife, Wanrong. She has long black hair and two shallow dimples when she smiles, and for my child, who must have grown quite tall by now..."
As he spoke, his gaze gradually became distant, seemingly lost in memories of the past, completely ignoring my question.
I realized I wouldn't get any answers from him and could only sigh in resignation.
Just then, the lights in the alley suddenly went out!
Before I could react, the entire alley was plunged into darkness, with only the faint glow of distant streetlights faintly outlining its shape.
A chilling wind blew in from somewhere, mixed with the sound of a woman's weeping, sending shivers down my spine.
I felt a cold hand gently pat me on the back.
"Who?!" I spun around suddenly but saw nothing.
At that moment, the lights flickered back on.
To my surprise, a woman dressed in a red qipao stood before me, her appearance strikingly alluring.
She was tall with fair skin, her wavy hair cascading over her shoulders. In her hand was a bright red rose, and her gaze was both seductive and dangerous.
In a chilling voice, she said to me, "Brother, would you like to buy a rose for your beloved?"
I watched her warily and asked, "Who are you?"
She covered her mouth with a laugh and replied, "I am the owner of this place; you can call me Red Rose." As she spoke, she extended the rose towards me. A rich fragrance wafted through the air, making me feel somewhat dizzy.
Instinctively, I took a step back and refused, saying, "No thanks, I don't have anyone I love."
The smile on the Red Rose's face gradually faded, and her gaze became sharp as she said, "Brother, you need to think carefully. If you miss this opportunity, you might never get another chance."
I felt an invisible pressure that made it hard for me to breathe.
Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to calm down and said, "I told you, I don't need it!"
The Red Rose sneered and replied, "You can't refuse a toast and then drink the penalty wine!"
As she spoke, the rose petals in her hand suddenly began to wither, turning into black powder that scattered into the air.
I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me; everything went dark, and I lost consciousness.
3
I felt as if I were floating in a void, surrounded by endless darkness—no sound, no light, only an infinite emptiness and fear.
I don't know how long it had been when my consciousness gradually returned, and a glimmer of light appeared before me.
I struggled to open my eyes and found myself in an unfamiliar place.
It was a spacious and bright office; outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a bustling cityscape with towering buildings lined up next to each other, traffic flowing endlessly.
I was dressed in a well-tailored suit, sitting in a leather chair with documents, a computer, and an exquisite photo frame on the desk in front of me.
In the photo was a beautiful girl with long black hair and two shallow dimples when she smiled—my girlfriend, whom I had been thinking about day and night.
"What... where is this?" I felt a wave of confusion wash over me; my mind was a mess, and I couldn't remember how I got here.
"You're awake?" The Red Rose's voice came from behind me. She was still wearing that red cheongsam, holding a glass of red wine with a charming smile on her face. "How do you feel? Is it familiar?"
I turned around abruptly to look at her and asked, "Is it you? What is going on? How did I end up here?"
The Red Rose walked over to my side and offered the wine glass in front of me, saying, "Come on, take a sip. This is fine red wine that can help you forget all your worries."
I looked at the glass of crimson liquid, hesitated for a moment, but ultimately took it.
The Red Rose was right; I indeed had many worries—pressure from work, confusion in my relationships, and the uncertainty of life were all suffocating me.
I tilted my head back and downed the wine in one gulp.
The red wine was rich and smooth, with a hint of sweetness, yet it packed a punch. Soon, I felt a wave of dizziness wash over me, and the scene before my eyes began to blur.
"Do you like it here?" The voice of the Red Rose whispered in my ear, laced with temptation. "I can give you everything you desire: wealth, status, love, as long as you are willing..."
As I gazed at the scene around me, gradually I saw myself standing on a podium, receiving applause and flowers from the crowd. I envisioned myself driving a luxury car, living in a villa, enjoying a lavish lifestyle, and happily living with my girlfriend, a smile of bliss on my face...
All of this was what I had once dreamed of, yet reality was so cruel. I worked tirelessly but still had nothing to show for it.
"What do you think? Are you tempted?" The voice of the Red Rose echoed in my ear. "As long as you agree to my terms, all of this can be yours..."
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down, and asked, "What are the terms?"
The Red Rose leaned closer to my ear and whispered softly, "I want you... to sell me your soul..."
Her voice was like a devil's whisper, sending chills down my spine.
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