Early morning.
The sky was faintly bright. For most city residents, it was still bedtime, but for some, it marked the start of a day's work.
Every city is more or less the same.
It seemed there was nothing special today either.
But for some individuals, today's dawn was a signal, one that shattered more than a decade of peaceful living.
The Fifth Floor Messengers hidden within the city began to act.
They were prepared right on time, almost without needing to communicate. Just seeing the supernatural phenomenon appearing at the post office, they knew the balance on the fifth floor was lost. They must rush back to the post office at full speed to regain the balance. Only then could they continue living the lives they wanted.
So at this moment, the Fifth Floor Messengers almost all united.
Whoever dared to restore the Ghost Post Office to operation was going to die.
There was no reason, nor any excuse needed.
It was all just to stay alive.
