[Reading warning: The protagonist is not a thing, please be careful if you mind]
When I woke up, I was locked in a secret room with a group of close relatives and friends.
Parents, grandparents, girlfriends, exes, good buddies, pregnant women, and infant nephews.
A cold and strange broadcast voice announced:
"Only one person can walk out of this room at dawn."
"The one with the highest number of votes in each round is out."
"Want to live? Confess your deepest sin."
Gunfire broke out.
I heard that beneath the surface glamour, there was a lot of ugliness.
I looked at each of the most familiar and friendly faces, gradually showing their fangs.
Finally - when the gun pointed at my forehead.
…
It not only clarifies crime and punishment, but also determines life and death.
