Li Chuan stood on the bustling street, surrounded by the noise of vendors shouting and people rushing past. Habitually, he reached for his phone to check the time, but something in the sky caught his eye.

The sun... was green.

He blinked, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him. But when he looked again, the green hue still cloaked the sky, like a strange, suffocating veil pressing down on him.

"Am I going crazy? Or is it just..." He forced himself to calm down, quickly scanning the people around him. Everyone continued walking, heads down, moving as usual, completely oblivious to the anomaly above them.

"Am I the only one seeing this?" he muttered to himself, anxiety rising in his chest like a tidal wave.

"Soy milk and fried dough, please," he said as he handed over the money, his voice dry. "Did you notice the sun today? It's... a bit off, isn’t it?"

The vendor glanced up indifferently and scoffed. "It’s green? So what? Life goes on, doesn’t it?"

As Li Chuan took his breakfast, a cold chill spread through him. Could I really be losing it? He looked down at the fried dough in his hand, his fingers trembling slightly. When he looked back up, the green light still bathed the city. Pedestrians continued their mindless stroll, as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

Frantically, he scrolled through his phone. Yet, the only things on the screen were celebrity gossip and stock market updates—no mention of a green sun.

"Am I really the only one who saw it?" The anxiety morphed into an overwhelming pressure, his hands shaking involuntarily. It felt like the world was hiding something, a truth too terrifying to reveal.

Suddenly, a headline flashed before him: "The Central Bureau Faces Scrutiny Amidst Another Wave of Citizen Disappearances." His hand froze as he tapped on the article, a sinking feeling growing in his gut.

Li Chuan frowned, a creeping unease settling in. The Central Bureau—just hearing the name stirred an instinctual sense of threat. He remembered the rumors, whispered in dark corners—how this vast organization moved unseen, always operating in shadows, with no one truly understanding its purpose.

Could this green sun have something to do with the Central Bureau? The thought barely formed before it struck him as ridiculous. He shook his head, trying to regain his composure. But that article about the Central Bureau had deepened his growing sense of unease.

His confusion was no longer just that—an unspoken fear began to take root. This wasn't just a coincidence.

The break room buzzed with casual chatter, but each attempt Li Chuan made to speak felt stifled by an overwhelming sense of unease. The peaceful surroundings were unnerving.

As he was about to leave, a low voice suddenly came from behind him. "Don’t mention the green sun."

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Fighting off the chill creeping up his spine, he asked, "What did you say?"

"Knowing too much won’t do you any good." The man spoke coldly before turning and disappearing down the hallway.

Li Chuan stood frozen, a strange chill running down his back. As he looked down, he noticed a business card lying on the ground. Picking it up, he saw a string of unfamiliar symbols on the front. On the back, it read: "The truth lies in the shadows." He clenched the card tightly. This was no ordinary matter.

Later that evening, the unease from earlier still clung to him. After dinner, Li Chuan stepped onto his balcony and gazed up at the sky. Two moons hung high—one silver, the other glowing with a faint red light. But tonight, the red moon seemed unusually bright, almost piercing.

Red light swirled through the night sky, the air cold and salty. He turned back toward the shadows inside his room, a chill crawling up his spine. Pulling out the mysterious business card, he examined it under the moonlight once more. The symbols on the back were still indecipherable, resembling ancient runes or strange geometric patterns.

Suddenly, an image flashed in his mind—he had seen these symbols before, scrawled on the outer walls of an old, abandoned factory in the city's old district.

His heart skipped a beat. He had to check it out tomorrow.

The area around the factory was eerily quiet. The green sunlight filtered through the cracked windows, casting a ghostly glow across the ground. Li Chuan stood before the rusted iron gates, cold wind brushing past him, carrying the scent of metal.

He hesitated for a moment, the warning voice inside his mind growing louder: Leave now. But he knew that if he turned back, the truth would remain buried.

Everything about the factory felt off, as if time itself had abandoned this place. The green light seeping through the broken windows was like a faint mist, giving everything a spectral quality. Li Chuan stood frozen at the gates, cold wind biting at his back, the sharp tang of rust in the air.

His feet felt like they were glued to the ground, the warning in his head repeating over and over: Leave... now... But curiosity rooted him in place. The air was thick, heavy with the metallic scent of decay. The rusted machinery inside, long dead, lay like massive beasts of steel, shrouded in shadows.

Li Chuan held his breath as he cautiously stepped forward, eyes scanning the faded symbols on the walls—like ancient warnings, dark and foreboding. The pressure in the air felt almost tangible, pushing against him with each step.

As he followed the wall, his eyes caught sight of a few red letters—“The Awakened.” The sloppy paintwork added an ominous tone to the message. Li Chuan’s heart raced. This couldn’t be a coincidence. "The Awakened..." he whispered, gently running his fingers over the dried paint. The rough surface was cold to the touch.

This wasn’t just graffiti. A growing sense of urgency gripped him, as if these letters were silently warning him of something far worse.

In that moment, he realized he wasn’t the first one to come here. The tension in his chest grew, and for the first time, he sensed danger lurking close by. Just as he prepared to leave, a faint sound of footsteps reached his ears—someone, or something, was getting closer. He spun around, but there was no one.

The factory was eerily silent, save for the sound of his own hurried breaths. Li Chuan could feel eyes on him, cold and piercing, making his skin crawl.

When he finally left the factory, the fear hadn’t left him. The thick green light still covered everything, heavy and oppressive, as though it was trying to swallow him whole.

The streets were unnervingly quiet, no sign of pedestrians. The cold wind bit at his skin, and he could feel something watching him. The faster he walked, the louder his heartbeat pounded in his ears, as if every step took him closer to danger.

"Leave... now..." The warning echoed again in his head. This time, he didn’t hesitate. His pace quickened, desperate to escape the eerie atmosphere that clung to the streets.

His phone suddenly lit up, a single text appearing on the screen: "You’ve been spotted. Go home." The chilling message made his heart skip a beat.

The car’s window reflected the dim streetlights, obscuring whoever was inside. It just sat there, waiting... watching him.