In the autumn of 2035, with 72 hours left before the end of the world, I stood in the cafeteria of the abandoned secret service headquarters.
Facing the empty warehouse, I smelled the tiniest scent of spices in the air.
As the last agent of the "Taotie" program, my mission is not to save the world——
But after the world is destroyed, make a meal that can make mankind remember civilization.
