不知徘徊了多久，他找到了一扇厚重的有着橙色阀门手柄的铁门。强烈到刺眼的橙色诱惑着他去尝试转动阀门，随着扬起的烟尘，铁门轰然打开，一阵红色的风裹挟着沙土粗暴的灌了进来，他下意识的用手臂护住身躯，等适应了风沙，他睁开眼第一次看清了外面的世界——红色的旷野，红色的天空，目之所及到处都是红色！锈蚀的钢铁和水泥的残骸仿佛亟待收拾的玩具般粗暴的堆放在地上，到处都是焦土与弹坑——这是一个已经被打烂了的，无法再孕育出生命的世界。然而他面对着这一片无穷无尽的红色，心底里没有泛起太多涟漪，或许对于第一次接触到世界的人来说，第一眼看到的光景才会组成认知的一部分，比起外面的世界，深埋胸口的“心”对他来说是更要紧的事情，抱着想要找到办法重新启动“心”的目的，他踏出了工厂，扎进了红色的风中。

Not sure how long he wandered, he came across a thick heavy metal door with an orange coloured vault handle. The bright orange colour enticed him to twist the handle, with the falling dust, the metal door suddenly opens, a gust of wind carrying red sands rushed in. Subconsciously he raised his arms in an attempt to cover his body, after getting used blowing wind, the moment he opened his eyes he saw clearly what the outside world really is-- red wasteland, red sky, everything everywhere he can see is red!

Rusted metal and concrete litters the world like pilled toys from the toy box, scorched earth and bomb craters everywhere-- this is a broken world, this is a world that can no longer give birth to life.

Yet when he was greeted with this world, he didn't think much of it, perhaps for someone who came in contact with the world for the first time, he accepted what he saw for granted. Compared to the outside world, the 'heart' buried deep in his chest is a more urgent concern, his stepped outside of the facility, and dived head first into the crimson gale.