[No harem, no invincibility, no system, no brainlessness]
"Don't trust the rules on the wall."
An apartment, eight players, three levels of rules.
Explicit rules, dark rules, and hidden rules each have their own killer moves.
But they don't know that I can see the truth behind the rules.
Predators disguise themselves as NPCs and lurk among us.
Teammates fell into the gaps in the rules one after another.
Rules don't lie.
Rules will only filter out people who are not worthy of them.
When the self-proclaimed administrator condescendingly announced the start of the game, I turned over the last line on the palm of my hand:
"The person in the mirror on the sixth floor will see death earlier than you."
Welcome to Rules Weird Tales.
This time, it's me, the hunter.
[When you see me in the final level, will I... Still be me?
When you see this passage, it means the game is over.
But if one day rules appear again, remember that you are not a pawn, you are the one who created the rules.
