[No Female Lead + Apocalypse + Lovecraftian Horror + Science Fiction]
Inspiration: 97. You will die soon.
Those words were written on the first page of Cheng Jinyun’s file. They weren’t a curse. They were an observation.
He didn’t know where he came from. Tentacles had once emerged from the artificial leather of a taxi’s back seat. Eyes had grown on tree branches. An ocean had hung upside down from the ceiling of a psychiatric clinic. He thought it was an illness, a hallucination, or something he’d eaten.
Then he got that wooden talisman. Then he saw the red numbers flash on the turnstile. Then someone told him: Your car accident was fake. Someone else arranged your identity. From the very first day you came into this world, you were already marked.
Those lines, those marks, those patterns that kept appearing in other people’s dreams all pointed in the same direction. And Cheng Jinyun was simply someone who happened to be standing on that path.
He wasn’t afraid, because he still had no idea what he was approaching. And by the time he found out, it would already be too late to turn back.
