[Suspense reasoning + supernatural horror + unlimited copy flow + demons and ghosts + group portraits]
Late at night in my old house, the voice whispered in my ear: "Don't look back, take it." I put on the ancestral golden mask with trembling. From then on, my world was completely out of control. The sound of marbles in the midnight stairwell, the dense fingerprints on the window glass, the pale faces flashing in the mirror... They can all see me and find me. And now, the voice that guided me sounded again, with a strange smile: "Zuo You, what follows is your story."
