Ten Days Will Finally Be Fine

An old tungsten lamp hung in the center of the room by a black wire, flickering dimly. The quiet atmosphere is like ink dripping into clear water, spreading in the room. There was a large round table in the center of the room, which looked already mottled. In the center of the table stood a small clock with a very complicated pattern, which was ticking at the moment. Around the table, ten people in different clothes were sitting. Their clothes looked a little shabby, and their faces were stained with dust. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.