I entered a never-ending house of desolation.
The rules here are the only way to survive.
[Rule 1: Don't believe a crying little girl.
[Rule 2: You must leave the corridor before midnight.
I did as I was told, but in the mirror I saw another version of myself grinning at me.
There is a cycle of seven days. If you fail the mission, you will fall into hell forever.
When everyone became a slave to the rules, I discovered the ultimate loophole in this world:
It turns out that I am the one whose rules are written.
