Lin Ge has a gun called Kuangsha. That was the only thing his adoptive father left him.
When I was twelve years old, my adoptive father disappeared. Lin Ge searched for him for six years, spent all his money, and only got one sentence: "Kangsha is dead."
Lin Ge didn't believe it. But he no longer lives just to find someone. He has seen people die in sandstorms, he has seen villages crushed by the empire, he has seen the light in the eyes of children being auctioned - before they lost it. The world shouldn't be like this. He didn't know what he could do, but he knew that, at least - he couldn't just sit back and watch.
When he was eighteen years old, he walked into a casino deep in the desert. The lights were brightly lit there, and each crystal on the chandelier was enough for a family to live for a month. There was only a bite of bread thrown on the snow-white tablecloth. His companions were kept backstage, awaiting auction. And on the auction stage, there was a child. Blonde hair, blue eyes, holding an injured sand fox in his arms. Can't speak. No crying or fussing. Just holding the fox was like holding a life-saving straw.
Lin Ge was prepared to spend ten thousand blue crystals to take a picture of the child. He has no reason. He just felt that he should be called Alice.
That was the first time he saved someone. But not the last time.
In the apocalypse, some people build high walls, some die in sandstorms, and some treat their lives as cargo. Lin Ge only had a gun, a missing person, and a found child. He still has a long way to go. He didn't know what was at the end of this road, but at least - he was no longer alone.
Intention: Always have good intentions