Rusty Abyss: United States

"Rust Abyss: America" When the "American Dream" sank to the bottom of the sea, what was salvaged were tentacles and rust. When David Miller was twelve years old, it never stopped raining in Seattle. My father lost his left leg on the pier, my mother worked all night in a restaurant, my sister's student loan was like a noose, and my brother coughed in his infancy - until the gang's "abyss loan" crushed the last bit of dignity, and the remains of "frosted apples" hung from the eaves. In the winter when his family froze and starved to death on the streets, David fell into a deeper cold: in the underground ritual of the cult in the south of the city, he looked directly into the indescribable existence, and his left eye was recast into a colorful abyss that would lead to death if he looked straight into it. Today, he is a one-eyed homeless man, a PTSD patient on the city government's relief list, and a "potential asset" with an abnormal number in the Twilight Capital archives. He sealed the madly boiling eye with a bandage, and under the mask of false pity at charity dinners and "woke consumerism" in luxury apartments, he recorded how the city was being eaten by the monster it had cultivated. Until he met them—— Alex, a Chinese student wearing a white cat-ear headband, can use ancient spells to drive creepy creatures to splice corpses, at the cost of losing sanity with each spell. Jane, the investigator with the Deep One's tentacles hidden beneath her cheongsam, survives the cult's altar but can never fully return to being human. They are the remnants spit out by the system, "gap dwellers" stuck in the cracks of reality. And Seattle is pulsing beneath our feet: Under Pier 7, an incubation chamber with a diameter of thirty meters pulses to the rhythm of the full moon.