There is no system, no space, and no secret techniques. What is important is the sense of oppression that horror occurs in the real world.
When I woke up and was caught in a fire, the corpse slowly crawled up from under the bed. In panic, I picked up half of the bronze knife handle and accidentally killed the strange corpse. But after I escaped from the fire, I discovered that I had lost all my memory and was trapped in a deserted ancient street. Murderous intentions lurk in the dark, and mysterious men attack me late at night to claim my life. Only this mysterious hilt is my only trump card for survival, and it is also the key to unraveling all the weird mysteries.
