During late-night self-study, the lights went out.
The broadcast said: Welcome to the world of rules, please abide by the rules and live.
Of the forty-four people in the class, I was the only one who remembered: Don't look back, don't make a sound, and don't trust the mirror.
My sister was pulled through the door behind the principal's office.
In order to find her, I dug out my left eye with my own hands and replaced it with a pair of eyes that could see "weaknesses in the rules".
The Midnight Schoolhouse, the Deathstroke Apartment, the 404 National Highway, the underground black market - I went through it one dungeon after another.
Someone advised me not to look for it. But her notes became more and more scrawled: Brother, if I change, you will kill me.
I'm looking for a door.
Behind the door, she was waiting for me.
