Netherworld Yima

When you are crushed into the deepest quagmire by fate - suffering from serious illness, ruined family business, or just losing a loved one - an invitation from the netherworld will come quietly. Perhaps it was a yellowed scroll with dark red writing oozing out, or an old-fashioned telegram with blood-like writing, indicating a vague address and a breathtaking "reporting time" accurate to the second. At the same time, a burning and painful horseshoe mark will appear on your skin, like an invisible shackle, driving you towards the border between life and death. The basement of an abandoned funeral parlor, the end of a midnight subway tunnel, a lonely post in the wilderness at dawn, or even the cold iron door that opens silently on the wall of your bedroom... These spaces that distort the laws of reality, filled with old paper dust, heavy rust, and a faint smell of sweet rot, are the selection places for "Stage Horse Express". Here, the space itself is the examiner: the corridor extends infinitely and then suddenly shrinks, the walls are covered with pulsating veins, and the green phosphorus fire distorts your shadow, making it betray you and dance alone. Interviews are dehumanizing torture. An invisible force passes through your wrist, and you "see" the blood turning dark green, or you instantly witness your own rotting corpse - this is a confirmation that half of your body has entered the underworld. Then, the "questioning of the heart" begins: inhuman questions roar in the mind - "What should be used to suppress the package that 'cannot be sent away'?"; The scene in front of you is suddenly torn apart, turning into your most painful memory purgatory. A "close relative" with empty eyes thrusts the bleeding package into your hand, screaming: "**Send it away quickly! Replace it with yourself!**"; Thick blood gathers on the wall.