Xu Huan went mad. The moment he saw the truth of this world, severe chaos erupted in his mind.
The consciousness that had fled his body plummeted from the sky. Xu Huan struggled and screamed, yet the entire city ignored him; only time could hear his voice.
"Do you know who went insane now?"
"It was me, it was Xinhu, it was this dark night!"
The second hand clicked into the next notch, breaking the stillness of time. Xu Huan found himself still standing in the cannibal room, dazed, holding an old man's head, staring into his eyes.
He witnessed the old man's eyes slowly close, watched as the color in them faded. At the last moment, time concealed reason within Xu Huan's memory, restoring a second of truth.
All sounds in the cannibal room vanished, the living clock that borrowed life collapsed, and malformed humans and staff from the nurturing center argued over the ownership of the core patient's body.
