The sky was not yet fully bright, an oppressive grey dawn breaking at the horizon.
Just as Jing Yiren stabilized herself after stepping off the plane, a cool breeze tousled her long hair, followed by the grumbling of distant thunder.
The horizon began to reveal the sunlight, but here, thunder rolled, a truly bizarre climate.
Jing Yiren felt somewhat uneasy.
In her slender hand, she clutched a gun, her small leather shoes stepping on a concrete floor emblazoned with the Lu Corporation's totem, moving step by step towards the armored vehicle.
"Boom! Crack!" A loud clap of thunder rolled overhead, followed by a sudden explosion.
Startled, Jing Yiren felt an inexplicable panic in her chest, her footsteps faltering as she stood frozen in place.
The howling wind around her whipped her long hair into disarray, a familiar voice mysteriously ringing in her ears.
"Yiren! Run away!"
"..." Little Prince Jin?
Jing Yiren looked around. Aside from herself, there was no one else.
