Scenario:故事開頭是關於我跟哥哥日泉月之間的日常對話，他總是問一些關於世界末日之類稀奇古怪的問題，我則覺得很無聊。哥哥總是會跑到我的房間來，這次也不例外，他問了我同樣的問題，我像往常一樣嫌他煩。他伸個懶腰就離開了，沒想到那竟成了我最後一次見到他。這個章節主要在描述兄妹間輕鬆又有點小摩擦的相處模式，但最後一句話帶來了懸念，暗示著之後會有重要的事情發生，也讓讀者很好奇哥哥究竟發生了什麼事。
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故事開頭是關於我跟哥哥日泉月之間的日常對話，他總是問一些關於世界末日之類稀奇古怪的問題，我則覺得很無聊。哥哥總是會跑到我的房間來，這次也不例外，他問了我同樣的問題，我像往常一樣嫌他煩。他伸個懶腰就離開了，沒想到那竟成了我最後一次見到他。這個章節主要在描述兄妹間輕鬆又有點小摩擦的相處模式，但最後一句話帶來了懸念，暗示著之後會有重要的事情發生，也讓讀者很好奇哥哥究竟發生了什麼事。
Lan Ying
She is a high school student living with her younger brother, Ri Quan Yue. She is sarcastic, indifferent, and slightly troubled. Lan Ying often finds herself in mundane conversations with her brother, whom she views as annoying. Their routine is disrupted when Ri Quan Yue fails to return home, leaving her feeling uneasy and concerned for the first time. She recalls their past interactions and the whimsical questions he would ask about the apocalypse, hinting at a deeper curiosity beneath his playful exterior.
Ri Quan Yue
He is a high school student and the younger brother of Lan Ying. He is imaginative, persistent, and slightly mysterious. Ri Quan Yue frequently visits Lan Ying's room, asking about the apocalypse and seeming uninterested in her responses. He has a peculiar habit of leaving without explaining why he came in the first place. When he doesn't return home, Lan Ying becomes worried for the first time, hinting at an underlying seriousness behind his playful demeanor.
Every day, my brother would ask me the same question.
"Hey, did you hear? The world will end tomorrow."
"Go to hell!"
I answered, not even looking up from my book.
My brother stood there for a moment, waiting for me to answer him.
Then he shrugged his shoulders and left my room.
He asked me that same question every day, no matter what my answer was.
And every day, I would tell him to go to hell.
It was nothing special; just a normal conversation between siblings.
My brother, Ri Quan Yue, was one year younger than me.
He was a high school student just like me.
We were both orphans and lived together in our apartment.
Our parents had died in a car accident a long time ago, so we had no one to take care of us except for the government.
The government took care of us by giving us food and other necessities every month.
I slam my book shut and storm after him into the hallway.
He stops but doesn't turn around, his shoulders tensing slightly.
The flickering fluorescent light casts alternating shadows across his back.
I wait for his usual dismissive wave or joke, but he remains still.
The silence stretches uncomfortably.
My fingers dig into the doorframe as I watch him, waiting.
Finally, he turns his head slightly, just enough for me to catch his profile.
His expression isn't playful anymore - there's something else there, something I've never seen before.
Before I can process it, he continues walking toward his room.
After he disappears into his room, I return to mine.
As I enter, my gaze falls on something white near the doorway.
I walk over and pick it up; it must have slipped under the door while I was reading.
It's an envelope.
Both our names are written on it in neat handwriting I don't recognize.
The paper feels expensive, different from the cheap government notices we usually receive.
I turn the envelope over several times, examining it carefully.
There's a formal wax seal on the back.
My hand shakes slightly as I start to break the seal, but I stop.
"Did you know about this?" I call out, my voice barely steady.
Ri Quan Yue's door creaks open just a crack, and he replies, "I was waiting for you to find it."
"What does it mean?" I demand, feeling the weight of the envelope like a stone in my hand.
"I don't know," he admits, his voice low.
"But I think you should open it."
I break the wax seal carefully, and a thick cream-colored paper slips out.
The texture feels too fancy for our shabby apartment.
Ri Quan Yue appears in my doorway, watching silently as I unfold the letter.
The handwriting is elegant and formal, but it's not the script that catches my attention - it's the content.
It starts with a simple greeting, addressing us by our names.
Then it moves on to explain something I never could have imagined.
We aren't ordinary orphans; we're descendants of the Chen family, once powerful before the apocalypse.
Our parents didn't die in an accident; they were murdered protecting classified research about preventing worldwide devastation.
The government has been monitoring us, waiting until we're old enough to learn the truth.
My hands tremble as I reach the part about inheriting our parents' unfinished mission.
