It all began with a plane crash.
It was a major accident, but also a miracle: all 178 passengers survived, except for the captain and first officer in the cockpit.
The news reported that the pilots had turned the tide with quick, decisive action, saving everyone's lives.
Only the passengers knew that their captain had died before the plane crashed.
They had all escaped death, but remained in the shadow of its terror.
At the start of every month, they received a ticket for Flight 404. It listed the boarding location and departure time, and nothing else.
Nobody knew where the flight was headed. Before departure, they could never find any information about it, yet on the day of departure, a plane marked 404 would always appear at the airport out of nowhere.
On every Flight 404, Qian Yu saw plenty of unfamiliar faces.
The person seated next to him changed every time, too.
Each time, Qian Yu would greet them warmly and introduce himself. "Hello, I'm Qian Yu, a passenger on Flight 404."
"Hello. Do you know where this flight is going?"
Seeing the passenger beside him turn pale, Qian Yu felt awkward. "If you mean the destination, I don't know either. It could be a deserted island, or some strange otherworld."
He kindly left out the rest: wherever they went, there were only two possible outcomes, live or die.
Qian Yu glanced at his seatmate, who was trembling silently, and let a faint smile touch his lips. Why scare him any more than necessary?
Theme: Keep fighting to stay alive! Be strong!
