Another world.
Inside the deteriorating subway, the train's surface is filled with dark red rust marks. Even a gentle touch with the hand would cause flakes of iron to fall like rain.
In the second carriage of the train, a slightly slender young man sits in the right seat. He wears a white long-sleeve shirt on top and light blue jeans below. The black eye shadow beneath his eyes is even more pronounced, identifying him as Huang Dao.
Huang Dao sits with legs apart, leaning forward with hands clasped into fists, his calm eyes fixed on the left seat, or more precisely, on the head left there.
Five heads are placed on seats meant for five. The heads are both male and female, each with distinct features. However, they all share one common trait: they each have a ping-pong-sized hole in their head. Some have it on the forehead, others on the side, but all are penetration wounds.
