On a calm Wednesday, the "curtain" fell silently. A line of text lit up on the global screen at the same time: Adapter detected... Loading. The reality is getting worse day by day, and strange copies appear out of thin air. There are no monsters running rampant here, only rules as precise as a play, with hidden murderous intent. Players who are forced inside must wear perfect masks and assume the designated identity. If you perform poorly, you will be treated as an alien; if you violate the rules, you will be wiped out on the spot, or become part of the copy. What is more terrifying than the rules is the human heart. Trust is in vain, and there are many traps. The death of others may be your way of survival. Strength and courage are worthless, acting skills and interpretation are the only capital to survive. Ye Fan received a text message late at night and was forcibly pulled into this survival show. In between playing "others" countless times, he has to hold on to the candle called "self". The world is a huge stage, and he has to be the one who survives to the end and breaks through.
