On the eve of his seventeenth birthday, Zhou Qing had a nightmare. After waking up, my mother was on a business trip and school was as usual. Everything was ordinary - until nine o'clock in the evening, when the street lights in the alley went out. A cute girl with twin ponytails stood under the only streetlight that was on and handed him a letter. On the envelope was the handwriting of my father, the man who disappeared from the world ten years ago. The letter said: She is your sister. Kunpeng of Beiming is waiting for you. But Xiemei also woke up. That kind of thing feeds on fear and specializes in eating people in their dreams. And Zhou Qing is the next target it targets.
