I was trapped in the cycle of July 17th, more than three hundred times.
From the first time he ignorantly saved someone and died tragically without a complete body, to watching numbly and using his life to
Using people as bait, I cut off all sympathy with my own hands and became the most cold-blooded disruptor in the apartment.
There are no teammates here, only available tools; there is no redemption, only a game of life and death.
When the reincarnation was coming to an end, I was shocked to realize that the moment I stepped into the haunted house, the ending had already been written, and all beginnings were foreshadowing of the ending.
