The dilapidated apartment, the cold floor, and the vague sounds coming from the empty corridors.
They judge the fate of others privately, and they believe in their own Xinyang.
The icy rain hit me, and the cold penetrated into my bones. There was a man standing in the rain, holding an umbrella in his hand.
It's raining. Did you bring an umbrella?
Purpose: Travel through the endless darkness, find the truth, and reveal the secrets of gods and ghosts.