Chen Mo opened his eyes suddenly. Severe pain came from his chest, mixed with the smell of blood that filled his lungs. He looked around blankly at the low attic. The air was filled with the smell of musty and gunpowder smoke. There was a blur of neon outside the window, but it had a dim yellow that belonged to the old era.
"Where... Is this?"
The memory is like broken glass. The final picture is of a bright office, top-secret documents in hand, and a cold blade suddenly stabbed from behind. As the youngest section chief of the national security department, he was exposed during an internal inspection and eventually fell in a pool of blood.
