I Have a Legendary Asylum

Neon is the color of blood. The etiquette of skinning is hidden behind the elevator door, and there is a silent broadcast on the top of the signal tower. Your reflection... Is smiling at you. This is not an illusion, it's them coming - urban evils that gnaw at logic and tamper with reality. Some people choose to sink, embrace distortion and become legends; Some people risk their bones, flesh, and pupils to transform themselves into weapons that kill gods. (Some monsters were added by the author himself, please don't criticize)