Late night knocks on the door, breathing mirrors, self-tampering rules... When safety rules become a reminder, which one do you dare to believe?
I moved into a cheap Kirigakure apartment due to debt. When the administrator handed over the key, his fingertips were cold: "Remember, don't trust the person in the mirror." That night, blood seeped out of the bathroom mirror, and the reflection of my roommate Su Qing was smiling at me - and her body was lying in the flower bed downstairs.
The rules on the bulletin board read "You must return to your room before 23 o'clock", but the red words on the fire escape warned "Don't lock the door at midnight"; the girl in red asked her whereabouts, and the elevator number suddenly reversed to -1 floor... When I tore open the newspaper that was covered with glasses, the iron hook sticking out of the mirror was hooking my collar.
There is a different time and space hidden behind every door here, and every violator becomes a living sacrifice of the rules. And I finally found the administrator's log from 1947 in the ventilation duct. The ultimate secret was written in blood on the yellowed page: We are all Jing Yuan's bait.
Are you ready to step into this death game?
