[The abyss is whispering. You’re running out of time.]
As the System’s cold notification rings out, Lin Si’s bone blade is buried in the serial killer’s spine.
Every time she cracks an unsolved case, lividity creeps another inch up her neck, counting down the time until her sister’s body rots away.
Her blood-red left eye reflects the scene of a dismemberment, where a thousand-year-old corpse and a mechanical prosthetic overlap in a vision of bloody memories.
When all ninety-nine pieces of the puzzle of sin fall into place, she finally sees the truth about the System: in the black fog devouring countless evil thoughts floats a face exactly like her own.
“Welcome to the final level,” the mechanical voice says, its words tinged with a human smile. “Are you ready... to dissect yourself?”
