When I woke up from amnesia, I was surrounded by the tears and care of four "relatives".
A system warning sounded in my mind: The current threat value is 100%.
I thought this was the golden finger of survival, but I didn't know that it was the pusher that pushed me into the abyss - it was the disguise of the cold-blooded personality in me.
He had already laid out a killing plan, asking the victim's family members to pretend to be my close relatives and carry out an elaborate revenge under the mask of care.
And I am not only the prey of their hatred, but also the "good burden" that the protagonist is eager to eliminate.
This is a three-way wrestling: I am looking for flaws in my loved ones, my loved ones are waiting for the opportunity for revenge, and the other side of me is smiling and enjoying this death drama directed by him personally, which makes me gradually collapse in trust and betrayal.
When the blade finally penetrates and the ultimate pain comes, the game truly reveals its cruel rules: everyone loses.
