Black mist covers the continent, the fallen angel descends on the world, and the human army retreats steadily. A research institute three hundred meters underground secretly cultivates children with special abilities. They have no names, only cold numbered wristbands.
The institute fabricated the lie that "dark river night ships can go to the clear sky world on the ground" and used points assessment to create internal strife. Those with the highest points are sent to the front line to serve as Warcraft bait and fallen angel sacrifices, while those at the bottom are directly thrown into the destruction furnace on the bottom floor.
No. 19 Is the leader, who believes that "thirty-six people left together"; No. 37 Is an empath, using spiritual perception to protect everyone around him; No. 58 Is a cold-eyed person, who has long seen through the cruel rules, and uses a metal plate to record everyone's weaknesses - they are the last fire that still retains warmth in the underground cultivation chamber.
Sunshine, grass, orange sky - these projected images help them support each other to survive in the cold cage. Until the competition for points tears apart the curtain of tenderness, until No. 37 Overhears the researcher's conversation in the darkness of the punishment room.
The sun is fake, the sky is fake, and "leave together" is fake. What they trample on each other for the same dream is a death ticket to the front line. No. 19 Was domesticated into a pure combat weapon A39, No. 37 Used numbness to seal the last trace of empathy, and No. 58 Went further and further down the road of egoism - three children who once stood side by side, headed for three different depravities in despair.
When they finally arrived at the outside world, they were greeted by black mist, burning pits, the pressure of the Fallen Angel, and the slowly returning figure of the night ship that they recognized as the light of hope.
The tragedy never stops. The next group of children have begun to believe that "oranges are sweet."
Intention: The environment devours and reshapes human nature. When a closed extreme system deprives all choices, how good intentions are crushed, compromised, and distorted step by step - this is a group portrait of apocalyptic teenagers under the dual fables of Stanford Prison and Lord of the Flies, a question about "when all hopes are lies, what is left for people". There is no redemption in the whole story, and the tragedy is a closed loop and an eternal cycle.