When the city's neon lights began swallowing shadows, and the mirrors at midnight reflected eyes that belonged to someone else, Lin Yan, a woman known as “Candle,” received a bloodstained black card and was forced to step into the endless corridor of the “Gods' Game.”
Every instance was a meat grinder for human nature. In “Faceless Town,” drowned beneath torrential rain, saving one person meant sacrificing another person's face. In the “Circus of Desire,” where the show never ended, every wish granted cost the wisher a memory. In the “Apocalypse Library,” carved with prophecies, the price of reading the future was becoming words on the page...
God said, “Those who clear the game can reshape the world.”
The devil laughed. “Survivors are nothing but more delicious sacrifices.”
Clutching half of a rusted candlestick, Lin Yan carefully navigated the game of gods and demons. She had witnessed the vilest betrayals and encountered the most fervent sacrifices. She was a walking paradox, a variable in the eyes of the gods, and a taboo on the devil's tongue.
“I won't save the world.” She wiped the blood from her face, the candle flame flickering in her pupils. “I'll only save those who deserve it.”
And the echoes hidden in the abyss of human nature would eventually become the blade with which she pierced the illusion.
Please go easy on me, this is an abandoned draft.
