The ordinary way home from school is suddenly interrupted. Fourteen-year-old boy Mo Bai accidentally steps into an unclaimed wasteland called the New Territories - there is no law and justice in this world. The law of the jungle is the only iron rule. Living souls are condensed into clear crystal, and children are turned into goods to be sold by gangsters. In order to save his life, he was forced to wander among the ruins, struggling to survive in the endless plunder, fighting and betrayal.
In the empty ballroom wrapped in thick fog, Anya, a mysterious woman wearing a waist-cinching black dress, quietly appeared. She saw through the restless and violent soul under the boy's skin, and gave him a self-protective dress and techniques to control his soul. She gave him the power to stand in the wasteland, but she also used a gemstone ring that radiated strange purple light to block all his escape routes to the old world and escape from this purgatory.
There are villains everywhere, and there are bloody carnage hidden in the corners of the abandoned area. Children who are homeless and bullied like him can be seen everywhere. The black figure belonging to Anya, together with the purple light flowing on the fingertips, always follows him like a shadow, never leaving.
Looking ahead, he saw a boundless, desolate wasteland with no exit, and every step was a fatal danger; when he looked back, he saw her who knew all about his past and saw through all the fragility in his heart. She could not escape or hide.
The yardstick for measuring all things in this world has always been the value of the soul. Everyone is marked with a price, but only Mo Bai, from the moment he met Anya, has been permanently imprisoned in this past that cannot be separated and has no way to escape.
Intention: core destiny, Mo Bai is seen through all the past by Anya, and always lives in the bondage of the shadow of the past. The intention is not only to express the helplessness of fate, but also to imply deep thinking: it is never others that trap people, but the experiences that one cannot let go of; true freedom does not lie in escaping from the past, but in accepting all of one's fragility and scars.