Dark Corridor

I don't know when the world started to become strange Duan Yan works in a private mental hospital and sees many new patients every day. It may not be accurate to say that he is a sick person or a madman. Duan Yan thought of this after witnessing the third patient's suicide today. "This is fake..." "He's coming! He's coming!" "No one can escape... No one" Duan Yan:...? I finally understand why I hate the Riddler. As a horror and curiosity enthusiast, Duan Yan thought about it silently, and recorded their actions on a daily basis and submitted them to the dean. [Identity recognition successful, Duan Yan enters the dark corridor] [Ding dong, congratulations to player Duan Yan for being the first to find the key NPC, beep... Beep... Beep... Beep...] [Trigger mission: Kill... For this NPC, the main system will issue rewards based on completed performance. .....] Invite players. ....． Complete the task as soon as possible] ? ? ? Duan Yan fell into silence looking at the "person" in front of him No, how dare you attack a child? ! The first time they met, Xie Yuan, who looked less than ten years old, pathetically pulled Duan Yan's clothes and said he had nowhere to go. NPC in the dungeon: (trembling) When they met for the second time, Xie Yuan, who looked about 15 years old, raised his injured hand towards Duan and made a fool of himself. NPC in the dungeon: (shivering and ignoring the corpses) When they met for the nth time, Xie Yuan, who sensed Duan Yan's arrival, got off the throne made of bones and ran after him. NPC in the dungeon: I feel numb, really. What is the world? Do humans have meaning? We... What are we? "Go towards the dawn. To kill the storm, to tear the fire, to bury the light, to choke the thunder. To deceive everyone, to mock the injustice and incompetence of this world... They will reject you because you don't love the world because you are sane. Then keep moving forward until the end of dawn. Until it becomes a new storm, howling and splitting the black sky until it reaches the top of the sky; until you create the ultimate edge, and the cold blade cuts through any monster; until your will keeps pace with the most violent thunder, and you gather all your strength to destroy the unreasonable shackles; until you end all the pressure you bear with your own hands, and let the whole world praise your nobility. You will restore the glory of this faded world. In the name of truth. " The world will deny us, and we can mock the world. This is my first time writing, so I may have a lot of shortcomings. I hope you can give me your advice. As long as it doesn't involve anything that will affect the overall plot development, I will basically make slight modifications based on the suggestions. I may not have time to reply, but I will read every comment. The update time is uncertain. There are currently very few manuscripts saved, and they may be saved for a while. In addition, some grammatical elements will be involved. Intention: All destiny will be written by oneself