[Unlimited streaming + micro-terrorism + no CP + decryption escape]
My sister has been missing for two years, and the police have stopped searching for her.
The Polaroid she left behind automatically spit out a photo tonight.
The photo shows a gloomy apartment.
There is a line of words on the back:
"If death is a mystery, then funerals are secrets."
I found the address on the photo.
There was a coffin there with the lid open, as if it had been waiting for me for a long time.
I lay down in it.
The moment the coffin lid closed, I came to the evil night.
In the dark night, I found the camera lens, which was a living eyeball with the ability to rewind.
That eyeball feeds on fear, my fear, the fear of others, the fear of ghosts.
Once it is full, I can press the shutter once.
The photos I took can take me back to the time and place above.
This is the only way I can find my sister.
I began to collect fears and photos in the bad night to feed the eyes that did not belong to me.
I turned back again and again, getting closer to my sister step by step.
