When zero o'clock comes, the lights suddenly go out, and the dormant hunters approach with the sound of tide. Ying Xun clenched the knife and pressed it against the cold wall, trying to piece together a way out among the broken pages of the diary. She knew that the key to surviving tonight was not to escape, but to become a variable in the darkness that was more dangerous than the rules.
Concept: The raincoat wraps the unborn god