The streets were drizzling with fine rain, pitter-pattering softly.
Pedestrians held up pitch-black umbrellas.
From above, the pitch-black umbrellas formed grids, orderly and indifferent.
Yi Lin entered a deserted alley.
Walking from one end to the other.
Raindrops fell on him, as if there was an invisible barrier, isolating him, flowering a hazy glow around.
Step by step, he walked through the rain, trailing behind "Rodick" were streaks of light composed of tiny "1" and "0" digits, twisting into the style of a "White Windbreaker," making him stand out in the crowd.
"Rodick" smiled faintly, reaching into the void with his right hand, a wooden mask materializing out of nowhere, which he then placed on his face.
On the forehead of the mask, there was a curious symbol, vaguely resembling an "L" at first glance, but on closer inspection, it looked like a skewed "1" with a wobbly vertical line.
Yi Lin conjured an unassuming oil-paper umbrella.
