Does crisis always follow comfort? The silent streets, the nights when even the dogs lose their voices, what kind of dirt is hidden, or what kind of evil intentions are contained. A catastrophe was quietly created in this night as heavy as thick ink, a strange breath drifted through, and the world fell into sleep. At the beginning of the story, there is no protagonist.
The night-time car that suddenly came to a standstill, the person who got up from the night suddenly fell into coma, the broken wine glass, banged and broken again and again. The clock has been ticking for a long time and finally got a chance to breathe. It has stopped forever in the nameless time of the night, with no one to witness it. The lights are still on, the TV is still on, and the faucet that is not closed is still flowing. It seems that nothing has changed, it seems that only people have changed.
"Ding", with a crisp sound, everyone opened their eyes, but everything they knew fell apart.
Mission: Humanity cannot be defeated