My Monster Containment Center

[Two worlds, supernatural horror and infinite survival, wasteland survival] [Stuck on the romance again. Let me agonize over it a little longer. I’ll update by the 23rd at the latest. Don’t wait up tonight, ORZ.] In the wasteland era, order had collapsed and the world lay in ruins. After a collision between dimensions, a strange change quietly began. A tiny fraction of humanity inexplicably gained a space of their own, formed by their thoughts. Some people’s spaces were entire buildings, while others got nothing more than a little house. Some gained a fully equipped hospital, while others got only a bathroom. Some spaces came with a team of highly capable NPCs, while others contained nothing but a useless cheer squad. Whatever the case, most people considered these spaces beneficial. They generally came to call them safe houses. “…” When Yang Duo heard about them, she couldn’t smile at all. Because she had a space of her own, too. But hers was a containment facility. A monster containment facility. A monster containment facility full of monsters whose cells were all unlocked, where NPCs could die in droves at the drop of a hat. By day, Yang Duo struggled to survive in the wasteland. At night, she was forced to face all sorts of containment missions. Furious, she drew her gun. Wait, how is this safe?! As time passed, humanity’s exploration of the “safe houses” grew ever more sophisticated. They built a specialized network to find others like themselves, trade with one another, and investigate the deeper secrets of the safe houses. At some point, a strange account appeared and gradually caught people’s attention. Specializes in monster rentals, offers abnormality containment on the side. The former has fixed prices; the latter is negotiable. Nobody knew who was behind the account, and those who had dealt with it kept their lips sealed. Some thought she was putting on airs; others mocked her for seeking attention. Then one day, the secrets of the safe houses were finally exposed. Every person who owned a space became a target, hunted down and surrounded. As the great tower teetered on the brink of collapse, in a corner no one cared about, the long-silent Yang Duo finally rose to her feet. Rising with her was a vast, dark swarm of monsters, as dense as black clouds. Like a mass of pitch-black fire, they swept past the wails and through the crowds, striding fearlessly toward the greater nightmare ahead. Theme: Who fears the road ahead when there are always kindred spirits yet to come