I can see things that ordinary people can't.
Growing up, I pretended not to see it.
Until the day of the company's team building, more than 20 people were trapped in an abandoned hospital, and a face hanging upside down from the ceiling was smiling at me.
Eleven people died. I took the remaining sixteen people out alive.
Trouble is coming - the mysterious organization said that these eyes of mine are the "Wizhu bloodline", a heritage of 240,000 years.
A silver car parked downstairs, and the people inside were staring at me.
Engraved on the company's elevator entrance are the words: "Don't take the elevator. It's already in the building."
Now I just want to live and eat delicious food, but the world seems not to let me go.
Oh shit.
