"Welcome to the infinite game."
When I opened my eyes, a blue translucent panel floated in front of me, with this sentence written on it in cursive letters.
Surrounded by a dilapidated wooden house. The walls were full of cracks, spider webs hung from the beams, and the wind poured in through the cracks in the door, making the sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling. In front of me was a table with crooked legs, a shelf with peeling paint, and—a gray mouse lying in the corner, licking its paws.
I blinked.
