Night falls, when the city is covered with neon passion and becomes more and more confused in the night.
Passing through the street corner where depraved men and women gather scatteredly, on this bustling street, under an office building that has turned off the lights, there is a basement that seems to be separated from the hustle and bustle of the city.
The long stairs and corridor walls reveal a laziness under the dim light, just like the ambiguous rose wallpaper above.
At the end are two metal doors with hollow patterns and no rust. The closed part forms a beautiful sun shape. What comes from here is a faint music and a faint scent of cake, which is tempting both to hearing and smell.
When you open the door, what kind of world will you see?
Welcome to taste paradise!