Naming Technique of the Night
In the neon of blue and purple, under the thick steel sky, at the forefront of this surge of data, lies the world post-tech revolution. It's also the dividing line between reality and illusion. Steel and flesh, past and future. In this place, the world outside and inside coexist. Everything in front of us feels like a wall of time within reach. The darkness is slowly creeping in. But hey, my friend, you gotta know, we can't just counter darkness with softness. Gotta use fire.
248, Qing Yi
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Countdown to return 95:00:00.
City No. 18 at midnight, 1 a.m.
Fourth District, the Everlasting Club.
This place should have been very lively and noisy, but now, the floor looked as if it had just been washed with blood.
Outside the door, more than a dozen people draped in cloaks stood silently, a well-behaved six-eyed crow perched on the shoulder of the girl in the lead.
The girl frowned at the blood seeping through the door crack, pulling a small hawthorn from her pocket and offering it to the crow.
The crow pecked at the hawthorn, but after just two bites, the sour taste forced it to close three of its eyes.