Chapter 1: Jack Sun
Chapter 1: Jack Sun
In the pitch-black darkness, the sound of footsteps echoed. When the footsteps slowly came to a halt, a sudden beam of light pierced the dark—a phone screen.
The glow illuminated a face that could still be considered handsome, though it looked haggard and weary, with an unmistakable air of despondency.
“Recording number four begins. Time: 3:51 p.m.,” Jack Sun murmured as he started the recording on his phone.
“I still haven’t found a way out. Everything here is encased in metal—even the floors and ceilings,” he said, running his fingers along the nearby wall. The touch conveyed a distinct sensation: cold, smooth, and unyielding.
Next, he turned on the phone’s flashlight, aiming it at the metal wall to capture the stark, unwelcoming silver-gray surface.
“These metallic hallways are rectangular in structure, interconnected to form a massive labyrinth. The walls are lined with metallic doors, but most of them won’t open. I climbed out of a freezer in one of these rooms.”
“I don’t know where I am. I’ve never seen a place like this before—not even online. There’s no information about this place.”
“I don’t even know how I got here. My memory’s blank. The last thing I remember is the summer after my college entrance exams.”