On the night of his sixth birthday, Gao Yang ate a cupcake at the orphanage.
He closed his eyes and made a wish:
"I want... To have a family."
When he opened his eyes again, he was sitting at a warm dining table.
Strange but friendly "parents" and "sisters" sat around, with soft smiles and warm eyes. The air was full of the smell of home.
At that moment, he almost believed that he was really favored by fate.
Until the prompt sounded in my ears——
[The player has entered the instance and returned home]
[Rules loading...]
The shadows of family members move slower than light;
There is a second voice in my sister's eyes;
Faces crying in the wind struggled under the soil;
"They" outside the door kept knocking on the door, just to tell him the truth:
-This is not home.
-They are not human beings.
——The real "family" has been dead here for a long time.
To survive, he must follow the rules:
No turning back.
No single orders allowed.
Not allowed to leave the sight of parents.
And behind every rule, there is another option that leads to the truth.
When Gao Yang held the cold hand asking for help in the wind, he finally saw clearly——
This world called "home" is not a warm destination, but an abyss swallowing countless lambs.
There are endless copies and endless rules.
But he must start here,
For the sake of the truth,
In order to escape,
And for the name called out by countless winds——
Gao Yang, we're home.
