[No heroine + apocalypse + Cthulhu + science fiction]
Inspiration 97, you will die soon
This sentence is written on the first page of Cheng Jinyun's file. It's not a curse, it's an observation.
He didn't know where he came from - there were tentacles sticking out of the artificial leather in the back of the taxi, eyes growing out of tree branches, a sea hanging upside down from the ceiling of the psychiatric clinic. He thought it was an illness, a hallucination, or that he had eaten the wrong thing.
Until he got the wooden charm. Until he saw the red numbers popping up on the turnstile. Until someone told him: Your car accident was fake. Your identity is arranged by others. The first day you came into this world, you were marked.
Those lines, those carvings, those patterns that appear repeatedly in other people's dreams, all point in the same direction. And Cheng Jinyun was just a person who happened to be standing on that road.
He is not afraid. Because he didn't know yet what he was getting close to. And when he found out - it was too late to look back.
