No one knows how many students have gone missing here, and no one knows who wrote the rules on the walls.
On the first day of moving in, a blood-red note appears behind the door of Room 307:
After midnight, no matter who calls you, touches you, or begs you to turn around, do not turn around.
My name is Lin Ye. I thought it was a school prank, until midnight
High heels click down the corridor. A faceless figure crawls out of the washroom mirror. My roommate stands behind me with empty eyes. In the darkness, the dorm supervisor twists her neck 180 degrees.
Following the rules doesn't guarantee you'll live.
Break them, and you will surely die.
A cowardly, death-fearing fatso, a terrifyingly calm top student, a mysterious transfer student hiding a secret, and me, a king of trash talk, form Room 307's reckless survival squad.
We search contradictory rules for loopholes, solve mysteries while being hunted by the supernatural, and save each other even as we're scared out of our wits.
The midnight calls draw closer, and the breathing behind us grows clearer.
Turn around, and you'll face eternal ruin.
And gradually, we discover:
All the rules are part of a sacrifice that has continued for forty years.
The thing that must never be turned toward has always lived among us.
This isn't a dormitory. It's a cage.
The only way to survive
Don't turn around. Don't trust anyone. Don't let the rules devour you.
But they don't know that some rules are true and others are false.
Believe the wrong one, and you'll face eternal ruin.
I unexpectedly gain the [Rule Violation Warning] ability,
which lets me see through every trap disguised as protection.
"The dorm supervisor is friendly.", False.
"Room 307 is always safe.", False.
"Close your eyes when the red light
