In Star Calendar Year 265, the many factions of Central City were swept up in undercurrents. A storm was brewing, and the threat of bloodshed lurked beneath their mutual probing. Assassinations grew more frequent, power struggles more fierce, and only a precarious balance remained on the surface.
Amid this tense situation, news suddenly arrived: Lin Zhou, the young Federation general, had vanished without a trace after his starship crashed. No one had seen him alive, and no body had been found.
The news sent Central City’s factions into a state of upheaval.
Meanwhile, on the distant planet of Landor, in the chaotic and lawless Ant Nest slums, Lin Bai, a former Federation fugitive turned pharmacist and enthusiast of ancient Earth culture, found a very much alive, very unfortunate man with amnesia in a garbage heap.
Taking a closer look, he realized he knew the man. Wasn’t this the bastard who’d been his superior before he defected?
The pharmacist himself: “Tsk... This feels like a huge headache.”
Still, in the spirit of human kindness, he took the guy home. Fortunately, although the man had lost his memory, he wasn’t stupid, and he didn’t eat much. The pharmacist, who’d been poor for centuries, could just about afford to feed him.
Then, one day, the man suddenly announced that his memories had returned and pinned the pharmacist against a wall.
Lin Bai: “...”
In an instant, he composed an eight-hundred-character essay in his head about why he’d defected and how he regretted it, then added a final message for his loved ones.
But the famously cold and ruthless general merely rested his head gently against Lin Bai’s shoulder. The gun hanging at his side still held a faint warmth, while the wind, carrying the fine grit unique to the slums, blew past them.
“Lin Bai,” he said, calling his name. “When you kissed me before you defected, what were you thinking?”
Theme: No matter what, believe in the stars above.