Lu Ban awoke once again to an unfamiliar ceiling.
Lush climbing plants, a dilapidated European dome, the stagnant air carrying the scent of decay.
A strand of golden, warm sunlight pierced through the spacious hole, shining onto Lu Ban's face and prompting him to slowly open his eyes.
"Hmm..."
Lu Ban sat up.
He found himself holding a suona in his right hand, a flashlight lying on the ground, the stage old and dusty, filthy and stained.
The piano next to him was devoid of strings, leaving only the heavy, immovable frame which, due to years of rain, had rotted and sprouted mushrooms and moss.
For some reason, Lu Ban had survived.
"The effect of a great success?"
With clear memories of the previous night, Lu Ban recalled the 1 point he had thrown with "All-In", which seemed quite successful under these rules.
Under extreme luck, Lu Ban was able to maintain his last shred of sanity, picked up the suona, and began to play.
