My name is Lin Jian.
The dreams I have are never dreams.
It is a real world - there are cannibalistic sacrificial boats, faceless waiters, and villages where furniture is made from the flesh and bones of relatives...
Every time I fall asleep, I go back there.
Others struggled to break through, but I felt like I was going home for a walk.
Until one day, I met my high school classmate in a dream.
He said to me: "Lin Jian, why are you here? Were you also... Pulled in?"
Only then did I realize——
I'm not dreaming.
I am that 'extra person' who shouldn't exist.
Come on, author [laughing]