As a top DM, I heard the sound of gears turning when I opened the book.
A bloody countdown suddenly appeared above all players: "Welcome to the script-killing apocalypse."
The owner of the physical store screamed and disappeared into pixels, the female white-collar worker scratched in the air, and the middle school student fainted from fear.
Dark gold lines cracked in my field of vision, and the Eye of Flaw was activated.
"The novice script is loaded: "Murder in the Secret Room on a Snowy Night"."
In Blizzard Mountain Villa, I stared at the unburned blue confetti in the fireplace.
The lipstick marks on the rim of the whiskey glass and the cracks on the stopped clock all flashed red in the field of vision.
There was a shrill scream from upstairs - the first deceased appeared.
