"He built me a castle with romance and killed me with roses."
She silently pulled out the rose inserted in her heart. The rose bloomed coquettishly, like unburned romance.
Ruan Xian took a ghost identity card and went to the rooftop to start the first game. There were weird cameras and ugly souls hidden under the sanctimonious skin of everyone.
The puppeteer who controls puppets to kill people, the proprietress who runs the paper-making business in the game, the dream stealer who makes you fall into a dream, the benefactor who controls your life, the singer who hums scary songs at night, everyone who escapes from the world has a different identity.
Shhh, don't talk, the ghost is coming.
"On the way to kill you, I picked a flower to commemorate you."
Intention: None
