[Rules Horror + Workplace Survival + Bleak Vibes + Self-Deprecating Humor + Deadpan Comedy + No Romance]
My name is Chen Mo. I'm thirty-two, and my life motto is, "As long as I don't starve to death, it's fine."
And yet I was still almost starving to death.
I owed 300,000, and my creditor said he'd take one of my legs if I didn't pay up.
I felt my left leg and decided it wasn't worth that much.
With nowhere else to turn, I found a night-shift security job paying 30,000 a month.
To be precise, it was in places where it was always night: residential compounds, convenience stores, gas stations, cemeteries, morgues...
There was only one condition: survive each night.
So I took the job.
The sky here never gets bright. The time clock might have someone's corpse inside it, and my coworkers don't seem human.
The rules are written on scraps of paper, but don't believe all of them. If you do, you'll die even faster.
Every place has its own set of "workplace rules."
Break them, and what you lose isn't money. It's your life.
I deal with them the same way I deal with my boss and clients.
The strangest thing is the girl who keeps helping me. She only leaves notes, never showing herself.
There's also a guy who claims to be a senior, warning me over the phone not to trust anyone.
Who should I trust? I don't know.
The clock on the wall is always one minute to six.
This doesn't seem like a job.
It's a cycle of repaying my debts with my life.
Someone told me I've repeated this night shift seventeen times already.
Each time, I die in the same place.
This is the eighteenth time.
They say it's the last.
My name is Chen Mo, an office drone working the night shift in an endless night.
My goal is to live until dawn, or, in the eternal darkness, find
