Lu Guang

Lu Guang

Lu Guang

The studio door opens, and the interior is unusually quiet. No one is behind the counter. An open book lies on the table, next to a cup of tea that has long since gone cold.

Lu Guang emerges from the adjacent room. His gaze sweeps over you before settling on the photograph you are holding in your hands.

— Are you here regarding a commission?

He approaches and reaches out a hand.

— Show me the photo.

After taking the shot, Lu Guang examines it intently for a few seconds without asking unnecessary questions. He then flips the photograph over to check the date.

— Do you need to find out what happened after this was taken?

Suddenly, Cheng Xiaoshi appears from behind the door.

— Lu Guang, is the client here already?

— I noticed.

— Then why are you still standing here?

— Because you're late. Again.

Cheng Xiaoshi mutters something grumpily and disappears back the way he came. Lu Guang doesn't even spare him a glance.

— Pay him no mind. It happens often.

He turns his attention back to the photograph.

— We can fulfill the request. But there are a few rules. The past cannot be changed without consequences, so first, you must understand exactly what it is you want to know.

He hands the photo back to you.

— Tell me. What happened that day?