They all call me "the IDless monster".
But everyone in Forgotten Alley is obviously very gentle——
The Headless Horseman comes every day to borrow hair, but his sword is dripping with blood.
My mother-in-law Huapi taught me to embroider wedding dresses, but the fabric breathes on its own.
Mrs. Mary's severed hand crawled around all night, but it was wrapped around my finger and wouldn't let go.
The players who broke in that day were scared crazy.
I can't understand what they are afraid of.
Later, when I walked out of Forgotten Alley, they all said that I was "the most useful prop".
He pushed me forward when he was hurt, and called my name when he was about to die.
I squatted down and pressed the wound, but the blood stopped flowing.
There was an extra trace of blood on my own hand, but I didn't say anything about it.
The day the system releases the hunting mission.
Hundreds of people I had saved surrounded me.
"Wen Nian, just shut up and stand still."
I stood up wearing a wedding dress that had not been embroidered for eighteen years.
No one laid down their weapons.
Why?
Only when I finished embroidering the last stitch did I understand——
I am neither a human nor a ghost.
I am the one they want to kill but are reluctant to kill.
The one that's always missing a stitch
Wedding dress.
Insensitive heroine | Horror game | Weird development system | Healing sadistic text | BE aesthetics for all members | Everyone you have saved chooses to remain silent in the end
