My name is Zhang Xiaotian, I am seventeen years old, a problem student, and born with fire.
Until that day, there was an extra empty desk in the class.
There were no names on the roll call and no seats on the seating chart, but everyone remembered that there was someone sitting there.
What's even weirder is that pieces of paper begin to make decisions for living people.
If your transcript says you cheated, you will be suspected by the whole school.
If your parents write a receipt agreeing to the transfer, you will be handed over by your family members.
After the hospital medical record has been processed, a living person will be recorded as "completed".
I thought I could just burn the papers.
But Lin Yan told me: "Don't burn it randomly. Paper is not a monster, behind the paper is the door."
I cultivate Yang and burn evil paper with fire.
He cultivated Yin and looked at the old door.
Doors don't kill people. It just does all the formalities for you.
From classrooms to hospitals, from parent receipts to the archives of the old laboratory building, we discovered that this city has long been targeted by a set of invisible rules.
It doesn't kill.
It just cuts you out a little bit from everywhere.
Until no one can prove—
You have been here before.
