Cha Daye woke up from the cold. A biting chill penetrated through the burlap prison uniform, and she shivered. When she opened her eyes, she saw the broken roof above her head leaking light. This was not her apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows, let alone the tea room of an advertising agency - she remembered that she was editing a personnel report that was urgently needed by a client, and coffee spilled on the keyboard, and then a burst of electricity passed through her, and when she opened her eyes again, it was like this.
