Be the hero of your own novel. Your actions shape the story.

Your classmates are already leaving the harbor, and you are still waiting for one retest. That night, a street appeared on an old map—one only you could see. There is more beneath the sea than ruins, and the Academy teaches far more than drawing maps.

You came to the capital to bring your father home. An old friend is willing to shield you from the wind, yet the man who once sealed the eastern gate of Shaliang sends you relics of your departed kin. Family, old grudges, and affection tangle into the spring days—can you speak for yourself and claim the life you want?

On the sixth day of the lockdown, the old grain coupons were collected, yet the new travel permits left no place for family members. You expose a relocation order, and someone immediately produces a goods manifest signed in your own hand. What is the city really short of—grain, quota slots, or one sentence that can be believed?