I felt like I might not be a "person" anymore.
The reason is very good. Who can die three times in one day and still be alive?
After dying for the third time, I opened my eyes and found that I was squeezing out of the subway with the crowd.
A clown with emerald green eyes stopped in front of me: "I've been looking for you for a long time."
Unexpectedly, this was just the beginning of the abnormality
I bumped into an endless loop of elevators, an unknown creature with the body of a beautiful woman, and a terrifying sacrifice in a dark basement.
With the indescribable "that thing"
I desperately escaped from countless nightmares, only to find that unspeakable things were gradually eroding my "real" world.
I asked myself again
"What am I?"
An urban legend story in the form of a unit drama!
Purpose: To explore the ultimate meaning of one's existence
