I wake up on the train, who am I? The crowd suddenly disappeared, and with every step they took, there was an additional layer of fog in front of them.
The mysterious man in black lured me to an unknown place. Mask serial murders, mysterious Z creatures...
What I thought was redemption turned out to be betrayal. Reality, memory, and dreams. What is real? This is a game of trust, and the stakes are proof of my presence in the world.
The train is still running, where is the end of the journey?
Intention: In the game of trust, there is no absolute credibility, only bystanders will survive to the end