The year was 2101, the second year of the post-apocalyptic era.
The suburban highways were already buried under a thick layer of sand and dust. The air was scorching hot and stifling, ready to combust at any moment.
In the midst of this desolation stood a massive shipping container. Its leeward side was open, and atop it hung a crooked, makeshift sign - Casino.
The lighting inside the casino was dim and quiet, with only the fans in the corners humming to break the silence.
Amid the swirling smoke, a gravelly old voice suddenly rang out.
"Miss, you have a pair of Elf Ears."
Su Junxin, in her slightly baggy camouflage clothes, leaned her elbows on the table, her fingers fiddling with a dice intermittently.
The dice was old, its surface tinged with a grimy yellow. A small piece was missing from the corner between the numbers one and three.
She lifted her eyelids and glanced at the old man sitting across the gambling table and asked casually, "What are Elf Ears?"
