"You have received a strange invitation letter." Zhu Zijin's knuckles turned white as he held the black envelope. The winter sunlight shone through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the gilt font, reflecting a small cold light. She turned the envelope over and there was only a gilded fleur-de-lis on the back, with thorns twining around the edges. As the youngest risk assessor in the financial circle, she has seen too many carefully designed business traps, but the chill coming from her palms at this moment was different from any previous negotiation.
The moment Zhu Zijin opened the envelope with his fingernails, he smelled a faint smell of bitter almonds. The card drawn out was printed with scarlet text: When the bell devours the last second, you will become a footnote in the game. Her pupils narrowed, realizing that this was no ordinary prank - from the anonymous email to the special smell, every detail had been designed with precision. The million-dollar Patek Philippe on her wrist suddenly emitted a harsh beep, and the hour hand flew counterclockwise. The dial glass exploded, and the fragments scratched her wrist. Blood dripped on the card, but disappeared strangely.
The world twisted into kaleidoscopic fragments before her eyes. Zhu Zijin forced himself to stay awake, and his memory flashed back to the anonymous email three months ago - "Do you think you have seen through the risks? Come try a real desperate situation." At that time, she sneered and dragged the mail into the trash can, but now she had to admit that she had already stepped into a carefully woven web.
"Game designers, are you ready for real players?"
Intention: abyss
