Introduction text
[System warning: Please strictly follow your fairy tale role, otherwise you will be responsible for the consequences.
Lin rummaged through the panel and found only one line of vague words:
[Your role: The… reader of the story?
There are no character cards. No identity. There is no script.
The system said she was a "reader"—a person who shouldn't exist in the story.
The first night, a copy of "Blood Red Shoes".
The villagers danced in the moonlight, with their red shoes and flesh growing together.
An old player said: If you want to survive, let others jump for you.
Lin Shenshen didn't recommend anyone.
She knelt down and asked the mother who had been sacrificed countless times:
"What's your name?"
The system reported an error. The erosion rate does not rise but falls.
All NPCs suddenly fell silent.
Alice, the crazy girl with scissors, cut out the village chief's shadow and tilted her head to smile at her:
"Your story... Seems to have had the first page ripped out."
Later she discovered——
Every deleted story, every forgotten character, every nameless girl in this game is waiting for someone to ask them this question.
And she was the only one who could ask.
