That morning, I opened the door and saw myself hanging from a locust tree.
Not an illusion. The wrench I am most familiar with is embedded in the forehead, and the blood is dripping with a fishy smell of rust. The world suddenly lost its frame and became dead silent. Before I could escape from this extreme panic, time and space suddenly collapsed.
I was thrown into a nightmare rift: the twisted corridors echoed with inhuman screams, the children's songs from childhood turned into life-threatening spells, and the cold metal platform bound my forgotten limbs. And the dead "I", like a tarsal maggot, reappears again and again in the afterimages of different times, staring at me with empty eyes, as if foretelling the ending that I cannot escape.
I was forced to travel with a general who claimed to be from the future. He said I had died three hours ago and that my "corpse" had caused a disaster. He is here to clear this "ticking time bomb" of mine.
But here, the greatest terror comes not from him, nor from the monsters wandering in the darkness.
But it comes from myself.
My memory is a huge lie, my past is a carefully crafted cage. Every echo of fear is the bloody coordinate of my broken life.
I must pry open the shackles of memory before the "dead me" swallows me completely, and retrieve the terrible truth that District 7 took away from my mind and is enough to subvert reality.
——If death is an established fact, then who am I?
——If the past is all false, then which future should I believe in?
This time, I not only have to escape pursuit, but I also have to solve the paradox of "why I must die" before time annihilates itself.
Intention: Please save yourself from fire and water again and again