Li Huowang, dressed in a Blue and White Striped Hospital Gown, sat on a bench in the Open-Air Plaza, staring beyond the distant barbed-wire fence as he silently waited for something. He was waiting for Dice to contact Yin Yang Doumu.
Just then, someone beside him lightly bumped him, slipping a small note into his hand.
Li Huowang opened the crumpled paper. When he saw what was written on it, the corners of his mouth rose slightly. "Has it finally come?"
At that moment, Li Huowang caught sight of his black motorcycle flashing past on the distant overpass.
"What are you looking at? Why can't I see it?" A bald fellow patient leaned over and asked Li Huowang in confusion.
Li Huowang gave a cold laugh. "Hmph! You're not a Controller of Fate. Of course you can't see it."
"Bed 13! Come here! Doctor Yi wants you!"
Hearing himself called, Li Huowang stood and headed for the Sand Table Room. Yi Donglai was already waiting there.
"Li Huowang, based on what I've learned about your Mind Image these past few days, I have to say your problem is rather serious." Yi Donglai adjusted his glasses. "Have you really not experienced visual or Auditory Hallucinations lately?"
"No." Li Huowang sat back down in front of the sand table.
"You'd better think again. Did you take your medicine today? Maybe the symptoms have already appeared, and you simply don't realize it."
Li Huowang looked at the empty sand table, seemingly searching for something. "Where's the little figure?"
"No, we'll do something different today. That little figure doesn't represent you." Yi Donglai pointed his pen toward the wall of models. "Today, you decide which model represents you. Whatever model you choose will be you."
Li Huowang glanced toward the door, then walked over