The Age of Hades

His name is Shen Yegui. Eighteen years old. The day June was born—also the day his father disappeared. Twelve years. Everyone told him "Your dad is gone", but the tiny scar on his earlobe would itch every cloudy day, and would creep into his brain when he heard the bell ring. His mother, Shen Tinglan, was the youngest deputy director of the Huaijing Law Institute. She died in the line of duty five years ago. There was only a smiling photo hanging in front of the mourning hall - the column with the words "Missing Unknown" written on my father's side. On the night of his eighteenth birthday, he heard three bells.