>When the bright light of the nuclear explosion tore through the sky, I was performing a dormant mission codenamed "Nuwa".
>Fifty years later, I was dragged out of the broken ice coffin by a cold mechanical arm.
>"Pure-blood human?" The modified girl's prosthetic eyes flashed with an incredible red light.
>She stared at the dragon-shaped tattoo on my arm, and suddenly raised her weapon: "Don't move! The corpse-eater smells living people——"
>Outside the door, a huge sticky shadow was crawling and swallowing the alloy wall of the corridor.
