There was a thunderstorm outside the window, and from time to time, a small amount of cold wind flowed in through the broken window, and the already loose wooden door also squeaked.
After a brief silence, a huge translucent panel appeared in front of everyone: [Player No. 1394 Has died. The remaining players please continue to work hard to find out the truth and solve the mystery...]
With life as a bargaining chip, when the sun rises again, will the sky be stained with clouds or blood...
Concept: People's greatest fear is to face their hearts