The bloody house number flips every day, and strange shadows lurk in the rules.
Li Ming stepped into An Ning Apartment for cheap rent, but fell into a maze of flesh and blood in a living building.
Elevator paradox, ward rounds, garbage neutralization... Absurd rules are the only way to survive.
When there is a tapping sound under the bed and the caretaker approaches with a keyhole head, he discovers that the rules themselves are lying.
Is the 404 mark seeping into the flesh on my left hand a curse or a key?
Can he survive again and again among the walls where blood-colored plaque spreads?
