Liang Chen gasped awake.
His body felt… different.
No pain. No injuries. Just an eerie calmness.
He sat up, trying to steady his breath. His heart wasn't racing. His body wasn't weak.
Something was wrong.
That's when he saw it.
A book rested on the table beside him. Its cover was black, with bold red letters:
"DARK WEB PHOTOGRAPHERS."
Liang Chen's stomach twisted.
That… that was their story. His story.
His fingers trembled as he reached for the book. The moment he touched it—
Memories flooded back.
Lin Xiu's red eyes. The explosion. The pain.
And then…
The scene shifted.
He wasn't in the dimly lit room anymore.
Now, he stood in a grand wedding hall.