Wen Shijiu always thought that she was just an ordinary high school sophomore in No. 29 Middle School - rational, quiet, and good at building logical models in her mind that others could not understand.
Until noon that day, she and her friends finished eating takeout on the rooftop, pushed the door open and went downstairs, slipping into a time and space that should not exist.
There was no sound in the corridor. There are no shadows under the feet of the students in the classroom. The face scanner in the cafeteria displayed a face that had been dead for fifteen years. Under the old filled-in well in the backyard, someone was tapping their fingers on the stone slabs.
The people trapped here said that they had been waiting for eighteen years for the two latecomers alive to finish the corridor.
Wen Shijiu cracked the copy so fast that it was unlike the first time - she couldn't even tell where that familiar feeling came from. Until she found a blueprint left by another trapped person in the mezzanine of the corridor. All dangerous nodes were marked on the blueprint and all escape routes were drawn. It was as accurate as if someone knew she would come in advance.
She will indeed come.
She was chosen from birth. Her family, her character, each of her pains and choices have been carefully designed.
She is a creation in a petri dish.
And the person who trained her is waiting for you at the end of the copy
——You are not the chosen one. You are the only one who fits the bill.
A story about breaking free from fate, repairing the world, and finding a third way between reason and emotion.
Intention: Escape from fate, explore human nature, and find the third way of rationality and sensibility