To pay off my debts, I signed up for a dating reality show.
The production team said that if we lived in an ancient town for seven days and successfully paired up, we could win five million in prize money.
On the first night, I received two heart-fluttering messages.
One was from a famous actress.
The other was from a woman who wasn’t on the cast list.
She said, “You’ve finally come to marry me again.”
The next day, a line of bloody text appeared on the back of the rulebook:
[Guests who receive no messages will be replaced at midnight.]
[Don’t trust the people you see on camera.]
[On the seventh day, only one newlywed couple can leave alive.]
What terrified me most was that every viewer in the livestream chat said they had seen only one male guest, me, since the very first episode.
