Doomsday: Chen Yu's Desperate Journey

When the shadow of doomsday fell with the force of tearing reality apart, the midday sun was carelessly flowing through the glass curtain wall of the office building. The inky haze swallowed up the entire sky within ten minutes. The thick black was not a gentle package of the night, but an entity with the smell of metallic rust, which weighed heavily and made people's chest feel tight.