The dark prison is an ink-colored abyss entangled in the dimensional rift, and soul-devouring copies are suspended in the dim light: the silent theater crushes the screams, and the flesh and blood manor cooks fear. Lin Mo walked alone on the tightrope between madness and reason, using emotions as a blade to cut open the false face of God. In the memory cage woven by the prison master, he used the bloody gear key to find his sister's scattered voice remains, crushing the boundary between reality and nightmare with every step.
