[A lost lamb finds its way back and listens to the weeping of the gods.
When the twelfth bell of the night tolls, the weeping god will hold a scepter and show you the way.
The left is right, and also wrong. The right is right, and also wrong.
You have a fifty percent chance of surviving, and a fifty percent chance of losing your life.
Poor little lamb, this is a game meant for you alone.
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Mo Wuhui was a freak. Ever since she could remember, she had carried a pitch-black coffin on her back. She had never touched it or opened it, but fortunately, no one but her could see it.
Then, one day, an accident brought her into contact with a butterfly chrysalis, soaked by the rain and spinning on a leaf in the damp weather. She was forced into one 'game' after another.
In a game, she touched the coffin on her back for the first time and opened it for the first time. It was completely empty, with nothing inside except soft red padding.
Deep within her, a bone-deep craving began to grow: to fill the coffin.
Thesis: Love life and strive bravely.
