
I'm dying.
With three months and five days to go, I boarded a cruise ship.
My destination was a small island that wasn't even marked on a map.
As for why I know my death date so clearly, it's not because I can decide life and death on my own, but because three months from now is my 25th birthday.
In our small fishing village, none of the men live past twenty-five!
My name is Li Jinhuan, and this story begins twelve years ago.