When the clock struck midnight, I was revising the thirty-seventh version of my resume in the rental house.
It was suddenly pitch black outside the window, not the blackness of a power outage—it was absolute darkness as if the whole world was soaked in ink. Immediately afterwards, a mechanical sound exploded in his head:
[The doomsday rule system has been loaded]
[Welcome to the new world, survivors]
I stood up suddenly and hit my knee on the corner of the table, gasping in pain. It's not an illusion, the pain is too real. In the darkness, blue text appeared on the retina:
