In the rain-soaked apartment, Lu Li opened the express delivery without a sender. The silicone doll is wearing his current home clothes, even the new injury on his little finger is intact. Then the toothbrush moved and there was an unfamiliar milk with "Kirigakure Ranch" printed on it in the refrigerator. Until lightning tore through the darkness late at night - he saw "it" sitting on his work chair, drawing the unfinished strokes in his mind. The mirror reflected two identical faces, one horrified and the other frozen in a smile. This imitation of "existence" itself is dragging his world into the abyss of collapse.
