Chapter One: The Seventh-to-Last Second

In the gray abandoned district, a white dot slowly appeared. Ebbtide Station. The window reflected Shen Yao in a red raincoat. She spun around. The stairs were empty. When she looked back, the reflection was normal—except for the thin black line circling its wrist. Shen Yao looked down. The same mark had appeared on her skin, like a collar fastened from the other side of memory.