Ashes to the City

Three are short and one is long. These were the last words left to the world by the last communications soldier on the snowy plains of the North sixteen years ago. After typing this signal, he disappeared into the wind and snow - the official file said he was "killed in action". Sixteen years later, at the Gray Harbor dock, at two o'clock in the night, this rhythm sounded again. His name is Kolek. During the day, he was an inconspicuous truck driver on the dock, fraternizing with various religions; at night, he was "Ashes" - the man who was supposed to die in Operation White Night. He returned to Gray Harbor not to survive, but to settle an account. The source of the account is hidden in the basement of a hospital. There is a device that "listens" to what people think, and a list of experimental subjects whose names have been blacked out. Forty-seven names, forty-seven lives, one of the lines is empty. The person who took the bill was a female emergency department doctor. Her father had been checking for ten years, and before leaving, he only left one sentence: "Don't stop until the account is corrected." Ten years later, she received a letter with only two lines: "Your father is not in the North. He is in the Gray Havens." ——He may have been by your side and watching you.