When I entered the horror game, the system said that I was a heartthrob.
The ghost king will fall in love with me, monsters will protect me, and NPCs will give their lives for me.
So I lay down on my back, wandered along the bloody corridors, and took selfies in front of the hideous faces.
Until the final boss of the game, the silver-haired and red-eyed Destroyer, raised my chin with the tip of his sword.
He chuckled: "Interesting."
"You are the first player who blushed when he saw me instead of screaming and running away."
