A cold feeling rushed from the tailbone to the sky. Chen Mo opened his eyes suddenly and found that he was standing on a cracked concrete floor.
The surrounding area is not the slum he rented, but a strange place that exudes decay and despair.
The faded carousel barely maintains the illusion of luxury, but it can't hide the blood stains on the wooden structure; the Ferris wheel in the distance is like a huge steel skeleton, standing lifelessly under the leaden sky; the air is filled with a strange smell of rust, cheap candy and a faint smell of blood.
Where is this?
