Taking the last bus late at night, I was drawn into a game with strange rules.
First copy: Cien Mental Hospital.
Don't say "die", don't say "go home", find out the hidden real patient.
Violation results in death.
Passengers died suddenly one after another, nurse dolls made rounds in the middle of the night, there was no fourth floor in the entire hospital, and room 404 never existed.
Others tremble and obey the rules.
And I have awakened the eyes of the general, and can see through all the weirdness and loopholes.
I don't rely on hiding, I don't rely on escaping.
I used the rules to crush the weirdness and pass the level all the way.
The treacherous house has come, the harvesters are around, and I am the seventh gatekeeper.
In this death game, I will survive until the end.
