"I have a question," Sun Hang suddenly asked, "Who are you?"
The characters on the glass curtain wall flickered a few times, but no new text appeared.
"Are you Chimera 17?" Sun Hang asked again.
The mottled color blocks on the glass curtain wall increased, yet still, there was no clear response.
"Do you know Anna?" Sun Hang tried asking, "Anna Demosheva."
It was fine until Anna's name was mentioned. At the mention of her name, as if it triggered some key mechanism, the passersby on the street, who previously treated Sun Hang like he was invisible, all suddenly stopped. They all turned their heads, their pitch-black pupils, devoid of whites, fixed on Sun Hang.
"In a hurry?" Sun Hang asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone, "You seem to be... very sensitive about this name?"
As soon as the words fell, the street was filled with beings neither human nor non-human swarming toward Sun Hang, reminiscent of a scene in the movie "Biohazard 4" at the Shibuya Crossroad.
