I was riding alone on an empty bus along a muddy road. Gusts of wind whipped my hair into a mess, but I didn't pay much attention to how I looked. After all, apart from the driver, I was the only one on the bus. My name is Scarlett. It sounds like a foreign name, but I'm actually Chinese through and through. I'm an orphan, named after the Scarlett Orphanage where I grew up. I'm 24 years old. I studied nursing, and I was supposed to intern at a general hospital in Shanghai. But my luck was terrible: all the internship positions at the hospital had already been assigned, so I was transferred to a small town called Liangcheng instead. I'd never even heard of Liangcheng. Still, at least I got an internship, and I treasured the opportunity. The bus carried me for about five hours before I finally arrived in Liangcheng. I walked out of the station alone, never imagining that my nightmare was about to begin.
