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1. When her phone vibrated for the seventh time, Yu Zhao finally opened her eyes. She stared at the slowly rotating black vortex on the ceiling, blinked, but the vortex remained. "Interesting," she murmured, her voice devoid of any panic. The digital clock on her bedside table showed 3:17 AM, but outside it was pitch black, without even the faint glow of a streetlamp. Yu Zhao sat up, picked up her still-vibrating phone, and saw over a dozen missed calls and dozens of messages, all from her colleague Mark. The latest one read: "Yu Zhao! You've been chosen! Check the news!" She swiped to open it.