I was promoted to a high-paying factory by my classmate who had been dead for six years.
On the night I joined the company, I discovered that this place was not a factory, but a living hell.
Strict rules, strange colleagues, memory tampering, and consciousness cleaning.
You are not allowed to talk, look at each other, or violate any rules. Violators will disappear on the spot.
Everyone is numb and waiting to die. Only I rely on a diary that can't lie to hold on to the last trace of sanity.
Advice in the smoking area, sober people in the garbage dump, pale faces in the dormitory, mental strangulation during overtime...
This factory is eating people's consciousness bit by bit.
And I must live until I escape from this hell on earth.
Rules are life and death, and those who violate them will die.
