[Science fiction apocalypse | Cyberpunk | Wasteland | Dystopia | Suspenseful wits | Dark survival]
The system cannot find this person.
Dark Abyss worships me as a god.
Under the ark, five hundred experimental subjects were all tied to my empty left wrist.
They surrounded me seventeen times, but they couldn't see my face clearly seventeen times. Sixty-three names on the list—all their own.
Erase me? OK.
I took their lives to add another chapter to this city.
A very good book in the end times