The gray tide is coming, and the city is cut into quota pockets by the gray fog. Every breath pays a tax: filter time counts down, purified water becomes currency, and movement attracts hordes of "pullers." Lin Yan, who was working as a warehouse dispatcher before the disaster, was locked up by the police. In the emergency warehouse, the red light on the access control was not extinguished, and footsteps from outside were approaching. To survive, you can't rely on courage, you can only rely on ledgers.
