December 8, 01:44.
Weather: blizzard.
Shen Tingzhou got on a strange subway inexplicably.
The white and green carriage looked like faded, low-quality chewing gum, and the metal armrests were gray and cold. Black clouds and blizzards were outside the window, and the flickering dim lights and fine electric sounds in the carriage made people's scalp numb.
The flight attendant was a strange old man with dead tree lines all over his face and a work badge on the left side of his chest - work number 1-21.
Job number 1-21 told Shen Tingzhou with a smile,
"In the middle of the Abyss stands a huge lighthouse. It never goes out during the day and stays bright at night."
After saying that, the carriage lights flashed and a cold station announcement sounded in a low voice:
"The terminal of this train is the lighthouse. The countdown to survival is 8 hours. I wish you a happy journey."
Intention: Love never sleeps, light never sleeps.
