Chapter Four: The Last Train Without Passengers

Not the year or the cemetery, but the answer to the simplest question: how had his father died? He searched his phone and found only one photograph of himself beside a grave. Rain glare obscured the name on the stone, as if someone had erased an entire line from his life. At that moment, Lin Wan's countdown dropped by twelve hours. 6 days, 5 hours, 3 minutes. A gray line appeared at the bottom of the screen. It had not been sent by Lin Wan. “The absent are being replaced.”