[Ensemble cast + mystery + wild imagination + dungeons + deduction]
My name is Shen Che. I’m here to find my younger sister.
But the notebook on the table says:
Shen Che, male, deceased. Died three years ago.
I searched the entire building and found seven death certificates. Seven people, seven names, and every one of them matched.
They all died on the same day, three years ago. So who are we, standing here now?
Blood began to seep from the walls. Lines of bloody writing appeared one by one:
“You didn’t come here to find someone. You were called back to confess.”
I don’t remember committing a crime.
But my hands are covered in blood, dried blood that won’t wash off. The woman across from me looks at me, sobbing uncontrollably.
She says, “Brother, these are the same hands you used to strangle me three years ago!!!”
