Infinite Flow

She was bound by the System and became one of the people struggling to survive in horror instances. Everyone who cleared an instance said their five senses felt sharper, and those who exchanged points to awaken their bloodlines gained unbelievably powerful attacks. Only she felt something different. She was always wrapped in something cold and damp, so tightly it left no gap, yet it still wasn't satisfied. It even wanted to fill the spaces between her fingers. She always felt that the world around her was damp. Her anonymous online friend told her that was normal. The world was damp by nature. Her: Is it normal for my bedsheets to be soaked when I wake up, too? Online friend: Totally normal. My bedsheets are soaked every morning, too. After entering an instance, she always felt eyes sticking to her. She had watched the other people in the instance, and not a single one of them was looking at her. Gradually, she couldn't tell when it happened, but she found herself surrounded by the inhuman monsters from the instance. Her online friend, who should have been unable to receive information from outside, suddenly sent her a message: "Baby, I'm coming to find you." [The point of view may change. Bookmark with caution, mwah~] Theme: Pew pew pew