## Countdown: Seven Days
> Lin Mo received an anonymous text on a crowded subway: “Seven days left.”
> He scoffed and deleted the junk message.
> That night, the screens of every electronic device were suddenly covered by the same blood-red countdown: 6 days, 23 hours, 59 minutes.
> The next day, the city ground to a halt and supermarkets were ransacked.
> On the third day, the military moved into the streets. Just before the TV signal cut out, the president delivered an emergency address.
> On the fourth day, a neighbor hacked through Lin Mo’s security door with a cleaver.
> On the fifth day, the countdown turned green, and a new message appeared on his phone: “Do you want to survive?”
> On the sixth day, he stood in the deserted central square and saw the countdown ticking in his own pupils.
> At the first second of the seventh day, Lin Mo smiled at the empty air. “So what you want is for me to choose.”
