Fall, a fiction writer. No bad habits, no marriage.
One morning, when he opened his eyes, he found that the place he was in was not his room.
He opened the door of this room, walked out of the house, and learned from the people here: It was also the first day for them.
Fourteen people from all over the world gathered in the center of this small town - a small square.
The cold voice had a hint of hoarseness, and he murmured in a low voice: "Welcome to Mist Town." It was like the words of a devil, seducing people's hearts.