They called me the Campus Everything Room until I took over a commission to "find my sister."
In the recording of the abandoned hospital, I heard the SOS that everyone ignored. The reflection in the mirror is smiling at me, but 0.3 Seconds slower. The weird library in my head whispered for the first time: "Rule one: don't answer. Rule two: its eyes can't look in two directions at the same time."
I survived its tests three times by relying on these two rules.
That was until gray spots started to appear on the back of my best friend's neck and memories started to fade away in patches. Only then did I know the truth:
Ghosts are the residue excreted by "Experimental Subject No. 1" Thirty years ago after digesting their memories.
And I am the thirteenth carrier it selected.
My hands are becoming transparent. From my grandfather's smile to the logic of his reasoning, everything is leaving me.
The House of Everything can't solve this problem.
The one who will be solved and forgotten this time is myself
