Gray City

Accompanied by the sound of the air brakes and the conductor's shouts, Katyusha stepped off the rickety bus that was about to fall apart. The oncoming sea breeze carried the smell of fish and industrial exhaust, bringing with it a chill, cutting through her skin like a sharp knife and piercing her nose and lungs. She couldn't help frowning, tightly wrapped her windbreaker, and tried her best to bury her head in the coat, trying to use the strong wool windbreaker to isolate the biting cold. She fumbled around in the inner pocket of her windbreaker, took out a piece of letter paper, and unfolded it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.