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The alley behind the restaurant. A fire door stands ajar under a blue lamp, a backpack slumps against the wall, and the far end of the alley is lost in red fog.

Cast

Four people. One city.

Fang Yuan finds the exit before he finds a seat. Lao Liu is a voice in a group chat. All Zhao Lei left behind is one email. And Joseph calls all of this a miracle.

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Former mountain recon scout

Fang Yuan

Twenty-eight, five foot eleven, messy hair. He looks more like a hiker than a soldier. Cobalt shell jacket over a black long-sleeve. On paper he's a tourist. He's here for Zhao Lei.

Says little. His hands move before his head does. On night one he slips out the back of the restaurant, takes three claw marks to the left forearm in an alley, gives up on the motel and points the Wrangler east. The wounds are healing too cleanly.

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The calmest man in the group chat

Lao Liu

Forty-five, wiry, endless stamina, a wisp of a goatee, a utility belt. He was near Temple Square when it started. He knows how to disappear.

In episode 1 he's only a voice in the chat, the one who says it has to be the head. Later he holes up in a basement near Temple Square. One voice note comes through in pieces: "I saw... they're..." Then the signal goes.

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The friend who went dark

Zhao Lei

Fang Yuan's old squadmate. After the army he became a freelance investigator. Six months ago he came to Salt Lake City chasing an underground group, then went silent. His last email named the Crystal Society and gave one address: 4700 Wasatch Road.

This season, he's an email opened forty-seven times. He's the reason Fang Yuan came.

Joseph
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Leader of what's left of the Crystal Society

Joseph

The workshop under 4700 Wasatch Road is his. Deep in its foundation he found a fungus that feeds on dead flesh, and he tends it as a miracle sent for the end of days.

Cool-headed, and he knows when to cut and run. In the trailer, his right forearm has grown into a barbed whip.