On a dimly lit street, if you happen to be walking down a neon-bright avenue, you’re sure to hear a rumor like this: "The monsters born from the Twenty-Four Solar Terms are wreaking havoc in the human world again."
"We get strange happenings every year, but this year there are more than ever. Which one is it this time?"
"No idea. Their powers are bizarre, and their moves are impossible to predict. How could any of us stand a chance against them? We might as well give up and die. Heaven wants to wipe out the fine young people of the 28th century!"
Just then, a young man carrying a "violin" slowly walked up. "Don’t panic. I’ll deal with them."
"Get down from there! And please, sir, don’t climb onto the table to show off your talents. The customers still need to eat!"
