Before dawn, before the sky breaks.
The entire city still lies in deep slumber.
Along the coast of Guilan District, there's neither the noise of vehicles nor the trace of pedestrians.
Only the sound of the tide echoes tirelessly in the darkness.
Swish—
The waves surge onto the beach, soaking a large area of the fine sand, then slowly retreat with a muted roar.
At this moment, there's a figure in a blue tracksuit, running on the beach.
His steps are steady and rhythmic, silent as if equipped with a precision shock absorber.
Only a series of evenly deep footsteps quickly appear on the moist sand along his running path.
In an instant, they are smoothed and erased by the next wave, disappearing without a trace.
The figure moves through the boundless night.
On one side is the blurred outline of the city, countless tall buildings sketching out a jagged silhouette.
On the other side, the sea and sky are chaotically connected, a bottomless pitch-black expanse.
