When I woke up, everyone in the world had disappeared.
The campus was in ruins, and the building sections were as flat as if they had been cut by a knife—this was not a natural disaster, but some force beyond recognition. There is an extra rose gold metal piece in the pocket, with the number: 22 engraved on it.
And I'm not the only one who survived.
When we found the first survivor in the ruins, he said he had been living here alone for a month. When night falls, monsters with sheep's heads begin to hunt in the ruins. When someone told me that we were the third batch of experimental subjects, the first two batches all failed.
Number 0321 is not my number.
It's the biggest secret in the world.
