The clock struck twelve o'clock at midnight, and the city's neon lights began to distort. When Lin Mo heard the "scream of the future" for the first time, he was hiding behind the shelves of a convenience store, watching the man covered in blood in the heavy rain outside the window, being dragged into the wall by a "shadow" that did not belong to this world.
From that day on, his world completely changed - the cell phone screen would play the murder scene three hours in advance, the voice-activated lights in the corridor would flash crazily when no one was around, and even the apple he took a bite of would ooze the blood of the "victim" in a certain news item tomorrow.
They said he was the "aftershock of a cataclysm" and a "mistake of time."
Lin Mo clutched the old coin that was always hot in his pocket, and knew only one thing: those screams contained the answer to his desire to live.
