When I met my girlfriend's parents, I thought I was going through five levels, but I didn't expect that I was going through a ghost gate! My father-in-law, a painter, humiliated me in every possible way. He didn't look at me as much as he looked at his son-in-law, but as if he was looking at the next sacrifice. A text message from my "girlfriend" lured me into a rancid basement. The secret room behind the wall actually contained the dried corpses of her first two boyfriends! I thought I could escape by fighting back, but unexpectedly I suddenly woke up from the hospital bed and found that everything was a dream to treat trauma.
