She rested on his lap, breathing evenly.
The knife was hidden in his sleeve, the tip of the blade pressed against his ribs.
He put his hand on her shoulder and rubbed her collar with his thumb, as if he had done it ten thousand times.
The system voice came in: "Kill him. The exit will be opened."
She didn't open her eyes.
Fingers tightened.
An inch further and it's over.
He moved.
Like turning over in sleep.
His hand slipped down and rested on her wrist, just covering the red rope.
The palm of your hand is warm against the knot.
She froze.
The moonlight fell on them.
She saw his face, his eyelashes were closed and his lips were slightly pursed.
That arc flashed in her mind - not memory, but body, faster than memory.
Her fingers relaxed and the tip of the knife retracted half an inch.
He didn't open his eyes.
But he knows.
He woke up the second the blade touched him.
Stay awake.
The moment the wolves pressed towards her, she turned sideways.
The tip of the knife was pointed at him.
He saw it.
No hiding.
Closed his eyes.
The door opened.
The light came in from the outside and was blindingly white.
Footsteps.
Once, twice.
Someone is walking out.
Walking very slowly, every step feels like stepping on a knife's edge.
The light swallowed up the outline of the man, leaving only a blurry shadow.
A white shirt or a black sweater, you can't tell the difference.
The light is too bright.
The door slowly closed behind him.
The gray room became dark again and empty.
A red rope on the ground. Stained with blood, it was left by the crack of the door.
The wind came in through the crack in the door.
The red rope moved.
Inspired by Internet copywriting: Two people who love each other are locked in a room. Only one person can survive. In the room, their memories are wiped. They only remember that they have a lover who must go out to reunite with their lover, so they use every possible means to kill each other.
Intention: The body can be forgotten, but love cannot. Room No. 7 Is a test about "do you dare to continue loving someone?" If you choose love, you choose real life.
