Midnight Meal Delivery: I Am a Rider in Rules and Ghost Stories

I was selected by a weird mobile game with a total of nine people in the group. The first task was to deliver it to the suburban funeral home at two o'clock in the morning. The recipient is a shadowless woman. System prompt: If you see a shadow under her feet, abandon the order immediately and don't look back. Every time an order is completed, there is one less person in the group - either they quit the group or their avatar turns black and white and they can no longer be contacted. I wanted to stop, but the system popped up a cold countdown: Insufficient order volume, erasure. I can only keep sending it. The strange thing is that these takeout orders are all reenacting unsolved cases that actually happened in the city. Victims who should have died are standing in front of each recipient address. I searched desperately for the truth, feeling like I was getting closer to the mystery of the fire that killed my sister ten years ago. It wasn't until the end that I discovered that the developer of this game was myself. Before I lost my memory, I hid all the clues related to my sister's death in these orders. The order I forced myself to deliver with my life was the final salvation I set for myself.