Su Yao's life is an exact replica of the schedule: getting up at seven in the morning, squeezing the subway at eight, sitting in front of her workstation at nine, and leaving the office building with the flow of people at five in the afternoon. Days are like a cup of tea brewed repeatedly, bland and tasteless. She often felt that her life might end like this at a glance.
The change happened on an ordinary Friday evening. At the alleyway home, a pure black mobile phone without any brand logo was lying quietly on the roadside. It was as smooth as a piece of black jade, and the screen automatically lit up the moment she touched it. There was no signal, no contacts, and only an abrupt message suspended in the center:
[At midnight, go to the Lake Pavilion in the City Park.
