Old Sea.
It was a small coastal city, far from Chen Capital—so far that many people here had never even seen what Chen Capital looked like.
To the south of Old Sea City lay an aging residential district. The buildings were drab gray slab blocks, their exterior paint weathered by the sea wind until their original colors were unrecognizable. Half the light bulbs in the stairwells were broken, and no one bothered to fix them.
One such slab building, fourth floor, innermost room.
The room was tiny, perhaps thirty square meters. The living room and bedroom were one space, and the north-facing window barely received any sunlight even during the day. A single bed stood against the wall, its quilt folded neatly. Beside it was a desk, and apart from a cup of water that had long gone cold, there was nothing on it.
A girl sat on the edge of the bed.
She was around five foot seven, wearing thin-framed glasses. Her pretty short hair brushed her shoulders, just long enough to cover her pale neck. She had a gentle, refined air about her.
She looked at the window before her, at the pinned announcement on the forum.
She had already read it three times.
Yet she still read it word by word for a fourth time.
After she finished.
The girl gently bit her lip, leaving a pale mark. In eyes that had been dead still for four whole years, an extraordinarily bright glimmer suddenly ignited.
Sekiro tickets had been discounted.
They had actually been discounted.
Her name was Shen Nian. She was twenty-five this year.
Four years ago, she had been twenty-one. That was the year the world underwent a massive upheaval.
But in the global transformation that swept across the world four years ago, luck had