In 2145 AD, the earth entered hard mode.
The once neon-lit city now has only ruins and ruins, and the air is filled with a pungent rotten smell.
Chen Feng, a delivery boy who once shuttled through the streets and alleys, is still traveling among the ruins, but instead of delivering takeaways, he delivers... Lives.
"Grass!"
Chen Feng spat and wiped away the dust and blood on his face.
He hadn't showered in three days. His hair was greasy and stuck to his scalp, and his beard was unkempt. He looked like a savage crawling out of a garbage dump.
But his eyes were still shining with unyielding light.
"Sister, where are you?"
