Y.T. Soultype is the fiction identity of Yenni Tyen. Born in the United States and raised in Taiwan, she previously worked as a journalist, news anchor, and host of arts and culture programs. Her fiction begins in Taiwan and looks outward, tracing the cultural and power relations between Asia
In this world, marriage lasts five years. No vows until death. No “let’s just endure it.” When the five years are up, the system sends a reminder: renew, or let it end. No one has to cheat. No one has to become the villain. The relationship simply reaches its
In GHOST CRYSTAL, Bai Pufei is a sculptor. She works with the mineral veins of Huiling Mountain, carving her art from its stone. That land belongs to her family. The milky-white Huiling stone is dense, slow to yield— as if the mountain itself is telling her not to forget where
In GHOST CRYSTAL, Tian Luochen he is written into memoranda in Washington, No title. Only a function. In the files, he is referred to as The Memorandum Man— not a decision-maker, but the one who gets named. In Beijing, he goes by another name. They call him the Runner. Someone
In TT PARK, this is the café run by Xue Shangning. The woman who is always a little mysterious. The one whose smile makes it hard to tell whether she’s being friendly— or testing you. By day, it looks like just another café. But here, she brews more than
Xue Shangning knows exactly who she is. She knows she’s attractive—and she knows attraction makes people careless. She doesn’t mind being watched. She doesn’t mind being misunderstood. As long as the outcome works, the process is negotiable. She has spent years moving through gray zones, switching
Lu Xiaobai thinks in numbers. He trusts algorithms, probability, and clean data. He believes that with enough information, mistakes can be avoided. The systems he built were meant to erase financial trails and protect identities—designed for efficiency, not harm. TT Park proves him wrong. Here, nothing is broken. The
TT Park sits on the edge of the Andaman Sea—an island deliberately placed in a stateless grey zone. To the outside world, it carries a name clean enough for investment decks and public listings: Tech-Tropical Living Zone. Officially, it is presented as a joint initiative between ASEAN governments and
This private jet was never built merely for travel. It carries civilization’s last devotion to taste. White truffles, wagyu beef, and aged wines are preserved in a suspended, temperature-controlled pantry above the cabin. Their aromas descend slowly through metal grilles, settling into the space like memory. Azra Qin turned
The Northern Continental Science Organization (NCSO) is an international research and risk-forecasting institution focused on polar climate systems, ice-fracture modeling, cold-chain technologies, and renewable energy stability. Unlike organizations driven by public-facing narratives of salvation, NCSO operates in the pre-disaster zone—analyzing structural thresholds that, once crossed, lead to irreversible collapse.
In the polar regions, Chris never learned how to conquer— only how to read the ice, the weather, and human limits. He understood fractures, misjudgments, and the cost of moving too fast. That day, no mission was assigned. He simply chose to reach out. He was not their father, but
In Egypt, Khalid pulled Lunae, Lumen, and the wolf out of the Blue Sand gang’s hands. Khalid was not chosen. He was simply not spared. In the desert city, children learn early— not how to dream, but how not to disappear at night. He knew the alleys, the shadows,