My profession is a corpse plastic surgeon, responsible for healing the last scars of the deceased.
But no one knows that I can occasionally "see" the remaining "doors" to death on their bodies.
——Behind that door are the rules for their killing.
It wasn't until I took over a male corpse with a badly mutilated face that "Mirror Nightmare" followed the door and found me. In the morgue, all the smooth surfaces reflected the woman who was forever combing her hair.
I tried my best to close this "door".
The price was that one of my fingers turned into cold glass.
I thought the nightmare was over for now.
But the next second, the even more terrifying "blood stain" knocked on the door of the morgue.
And the woman who appeared at the most critical moment and claimed to be from the "General Administration of Abnormal Phenomenon Control" looked at me as if she were looking at a valuable tool.
"You became a beacon, food in the darkness."
"Go home? You will only bring death to those around you."
Now, I hold the strange glass in my left hand, and the unknown card in my right hand.
I must be completely devoured before I am crushed to pieces by the authorities...
Learn to close the eyes of all "invisible things" with your own hands.
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