It is a broken era. Fog covers the land, and heresies descend. Grotesque and hideous flesh and blood monsters struggle to break free from their mechanical shells, roaring within the sticky steel, crawling under the confusing neon lights. … Jiang Cheng wakes up in the severe cold of December in Jiang City, his vision blurry. The sound of dripping water echoes, he is tied to the bathtub, the shower slowly releasing water, the water level has already reached his chin. "There are about twenty minutes left before I drown." Many people die in this area every day. Jiang Cheng calculates the remaining time, lies calmly in the bathtub, and begins to recall his first half of life according to the process.