Chapter One: The Night of Awakening Fang Xin was awakened by a splash of cold water. The tiled floor was icy cold. He coughed up blood and looked up to see three men in black trench coats surrounding him. The one on the left pulled out a butterfly knife; the blade snapped open with a crisp sound. He used the tip of the knife to slice open Fang Xin's shirt, and a line of blood immediately appeared on his chest. "Container Zero is unstable," the man on the right said. His voice was like sandpaper scraping against a concrete wall. The man in the middle didn't speak, but simply raised his hand. Fang Xin felt as if an invisible hand had gripped his neck, lifting him up and slamming his back against the wall. The air in his lungs was squeezed out, and his trachea hissed.