Zhao Helin, in the middle of Chinese class, had a strange dream. At a wedding banquet filled with red candlelight, grotesque monsters of every shape and size sat around the tables, as if celebrating, or perhaps laughing?
Deep in Zhao Helin’s heart, a name suddenly surfaced: “The Strange.”
The Blue Star is no longer the Blue Star, and people are no longer people.
Even in desperate struggle, a glimmer of hope remains. Seize it, and turn the world upside down.
