The strange tales descend, and two billion people around the world die within a month.
I'm dragged into a horror game and hit the jackpot, drawing a fairy-tale instance.
The System announces in a sugary voice: The safest, most enchanting paradise-level instance!
But what I see is
Cinderella dying horribly at the ball, the Little Mermaid's corpse sinking into the deep, and the handsome prince turning into a bloodthirsty monster after dark.
These fairy tales wrapped in candy-colored sweetness are all man-eating hellscapes.
[Rule: Remember your role. Break character and you die.]
While everyone else trembles in fear, I go on a killing spree in this deadly instance.
Until the strange fairy-tale book with sharp teeth, a book that devours people, speaks:
“Will you dare to play a game with me?”
