Xu Yan opened his eyes amid a violent jolt and found that he was sitting on the hard seat of an old-fashioned green leather train. Outside the car window was a black mist that was so thick that it couldn't be dissolved. Even the clanking of the rails gave off a wet and sticky feeling, as if something was crawling in through the cracks in the car.
Sitting opposite him was a man, wearing a pressed black trench coat, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingertips. When the man raised his eyes, Xu Yan noticed that the color of his pupils was very dark, like obsidian sinking in the deep sea - these eyes were staring at the electronic watch on his wrist that suddenly started to reverse three seconds ago.
"Welcome to Copy No. 071," The man's voice was soft, but with undeniable penetration, "the rules are in the magazine on your left."
Xu Yan lowered his head suddenly and found a yellowed "Instructions for Passengers" on his left hand side. Printed in dark red ink on the cover was a line of words: "This train is bound for "Hometown". Please abide by the following rules and wish you a pleasant journey".
Intention: In the chaotic maze of the infinite world, every decision may be a fork in the road between life and death, and every battle is like a giant hammer wielded ruthlessly by fate. And I, Xie Linyuan, and Xu Yan, we are like two small but stubborn grains of gravel, tightly dependent on each other in this crazy and absurd wave.