A mechanical voice blasts in your mind to welcome you into the game. "It" is everywhere in the apartment building at night, and the goal is to survive until dawn. I pulled off the fox mask on my face - black on the left and red on the right. The mirror opposite reflected the face of a beautiful girl with maroon twin tails and pink eyes. Flashbacks of past life memories, fireworks in the collapsed iron. A little girl's cry for help came from the end of the corridor, and the rules said don't believe the whispers in the dark. I walked out of the room on bare feet, mask still clutched in my hand. The voice sounded so real.
