Name of Fairness

Night, like a piece of velvet soaked in ink, weighs heavily over the blind box factory. The gray-blue sky was torn apart, and the torrential rain was like needles, pricking the earth densely, beating on the iron roof, making rapid and messy drumbeats, as if the whole world was trembling with the rupture of this night. Outside the factory, the neon tubes dimmed into a blurred sea of ​​light in the rain - scarlet, deep purple, and pale green, like a forgotten person struggling to death, flashing with his last obsession. Rainwater flows along the rusty drainage pipes, forming a winding stream, reflecting the broken light and shadow, like torn tickets, scattered in the mud, never to regain a complete destiny. She stood on the steps in front of the factory gate, her cloak raised high by the strong wind, like a flag that was about to be extinguished. It was a dark indigo long cloak with gear patterns embroidered with silver thread on the edge. It was a badge she was once proud of, symbolizing the highest honor belonging to the "Good Egg Camp"... See Chapter 1 for the rest This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.