In the midst of this waking nightmare, a ticket to survival appeared.
Just like in a movie.
And it was no illusion.
‘If you take the lost item mentioned in the announcement, you’ll be guided out of the station as soon as you meet the station staff…’
It was a genuine glimmer of hope.
The problem, however, was the nature of the lost item. It was absurdly grotesque.
“What did it just say? A male in his twenties…?”
“The left eye of a type-A
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