Cold, trembling.
In the darkness, Ji Jue opened his eyes.
Who am I? Where am I? What the hell am I doing?
"Not bad, you're the one with the best potential among the newbies this time."
A contemplative voice spoke up, jolting him awake from his daze, making him look around in shock.
Bench, platform, lights, and a portrait hanging opposite the tracks. In it, an old man holding a signal lamp and wearing a station uniform was winking at him, seemingly overstretched with joy.
Before Ji Jue could react, he heard the lantern carrier in the painting ask him, "Do you remember what happened before you came in?"
"..."
Ji Jue instinctively opened his mouth but couldn't produce a sound.
Stuck.
At this moment, a flood of reminiscences returned to him; he only remembered holding the youngest child, taking two steps towards Du Bin, and then shadows overtook him like a frenzy, opening their jaws and swallowing him whole.
Then... then...
Then what happened?
