My name is Qingyang, and I'm an ordinary office worker.
I woke up one morning and transmigrated.
No System, no golden finger, just a strange town and a group of people crouched in the corners, their eyes vacant.
They said this place was the Road Home.
Everyone who came from “the other side” would end up here eventually.
They said not to touch anything that glowed, not to eat anything that smelled good, and not to look in a mirror at night.
They said that if someone asked you “Do you want to go back?” while you were asleep, you must answer no.
Because everyone who said yes disappeared.
I wandered around the town for a long time.
I met a girl named Lin Xiao. She said she'd been here for forty-seven days.
The next day, she didn't recognize me. She said her name was Zhou Xiao and she'd only arrived three days ago.
I met a man who looked exactly like me. He said his name was Seventy-Four and that he'd come from 2024.
On the third day, he walked into a mirror and never came out.
I met someone with cracks across his face. He said he was the first to arrive.
He said there were countless versions of me in this town. Every one of them was waiting.
Waiting for what?
For me.
For me to make a choice.
For me to become them.
For me to finally understand
I'd been here before.
Many times.
