When the second hand struck the hour, the tune of a nursery rhyme echoed down the corridor.

Qin Nuo glanced nervously to both sides. Although the alarm clock's ring was much quieter than a gunshot, he wasn't sure if it would attract the White Shadow from last night.

Tap, tap...

A few crisp sounds emerged in the darkness. The firelight could only illuminate a limited space, and Qin Nuo wasn't sure what it was, but he had already picked up the alarm clock, ready to dash back into the room at any moment.