A note was slipped through the crack beneath the door: “Your father told us to wait for you.”
Li Wei was eighteen, fresh out of the college entrance exams, with 87 yuan in his bank account.
His father had been missing for six years, leaving behind only this apron, with stains that wouldn't wash out.
Following the note, he pushed open the iron gate of a dilapidated factory building.
This place was called the Seventh Factory. Its members were Stand users, people with one-of-a-kind abilities.
Nuannuan's “Unfair”: touch someone and forcibly synchronize both people's emotions.
Tie Shan's “Hard Point”: metal gauntlets appear on both hands.
And Li Wei's Stand was “Chef”: it sealed emotions inside food.
Three minutes. He couldn't eat it himself.
Nuannuan said, “The chairman said your dad doesn't run. He never runs.”
This time, the guild was in trouble.
