A Thriller Game? I Have No Fear. You're Not Going to Explode, Are You?

The strange become bone, humans become skin; devouring souls becomes clothing, yet cannot take shape.

Spirits hide in dolls, hearts hide in mirrors; beneath the underworld, the spring of the dead startles all who have passed.

When an absurd game descends, and a demon that feeds on fear encounters someone who has lost the ability to feel terror, will it win? Can it win? Ye Xing doesn't know. He can only pick up the scattered fragments on the ground, little by little, little by little...