In 2149, thirty-seven years have passed since the "Red Mist Catastrophe". The red spore storm that swept the world not only devoured 70% of terrestrial vegetation, but also caused irreversible distortion of the exposed biological gene chain - cities were reduced to rusty iron ruins, and forests were transformed into "distorted jungles." The surviving humans hid in "dome cities" built with alloys and energy shields, relying on the circulatory system to maintain a fragile survival balance. I used to be a genetic researcher for the "Dome Alliance" until I discovered the truth hidden by the alliance's top leaders: Red Mist was not a natural disaster, but the product of the "Gene Optimization Project" that went out of control a hundred years ago. When I fled with the evidence, I was pursued by Alliance soldiers behind me, and in front of me was a no-man's land shrouded in red mist. As I write these words, I am hiding in an abandoned subway tunnel, listening to the roar of distorted creatures in the distance. Maybe I will die tomorrow, but I must leave these records - because the real enemy is never the red mist outside, but those who hide under the dome and build barriers to survival with lies.
