Late at night. A miserable Linlang stood in front of an abandoned tile-roofed house, suspecting that it would collapse in the next moment. There are such dilapidated tile-roofed houses in this city. It is worthy of being a legendary slum. Holding the rental advertisement in her hand tightly, Linlang clenched her fists, pushed the suitcase and walked over, knocking on the mottled wooden door painted with miserable green paint. The knock on the door echoed, making the tired Linlang a little stunned, as if the wooden door in front of her had turned into a cold and dark cave. The wooden door slowly opened with a "squeak", and the strange grandfather who looked like a monster and had wrinkles on his face did not appear. Linlang held her breath involuntarily. The person who opened the door was not a monster, but a boy. The black-haired boy was as handsome as a god, but his eyes were as indifferent as an old man who had experienced many vicissitudes of life. He looked at Linlang indifferently.
Concept: adventure in another world