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He woke up from the ruins.
He opened his eyes in the slum dump filled with rotting metal and radioactive dust.
The memory is blank and the identity is a mystery. The only "relic" around me is a cold, ferocious fang mask covered with scratches.
He didn't know who the mask belonged to, or who he was.
Confusion drove him, dragging his weak body, staggering away from this ruins forgotten by the world.
When he finally walked out of the slums, what he saw brought about a second "amnesia"-like impact——
The mammoth structure of cyberpunk pierces the haze, the holographic neon lights burn the eternal night into daylight, and the floating car weaves light tracks between the buildings like meteors. This is a future hell paradise that integrates flesh and machinery, extreme prosperity and deep decay.
He, a ghost from the "past", walked into this future city out of place.
Intention: cool