I survived on a weird set by harvesting fear, but I became the source of global disaster.
As the chosen "director", I was forced to complete the bloody mission in Xeno Cinema. Every time a pocket watch is used to absorb the screams of the audience, twelve theaters in the real world will simultaneously broadcast death scenes. Those screams penetrated the dimension and became the food that nourished the monsters.
What's even more frightening is that my memory began to betray me - the surveillance showed that I personally pushed the girl in the white dress who asked for help into the abyss of the film. Even the most trusted mechanical companion had an inhuman stream of data flashing in his eyes.
"Don't believe in memories, don't believe in companions, don't believe in the truth you see."
Now I hold the editing table that can rewrite reality, and face the indescribable things crawling out of the screen. The brand on the back of the hand burns with the final choice:
Will he become the new master and continue this never-ending reincarnation?
Or cut off all the film, even if the cost is that the entire reality collapses...
