[When a perfect curator meets a crazy painter, is this art game about your heart or your life?
Zhou Lin is a gold medal curator in the art circle. He is elegant, restrained, always in suits and ties, and is good at packaging the wildest works into the darlings of high society. Until he was in an exhibition and was struck by a painting called "Untitled No. 7" - The canvas seemed to be burning, and the red paint was as glaring as blood. It was signed by "Qiao Yang", a mysterious painter who had never shown up.
Qiao Yang is a madman.
He lives in an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city. What is painted on the canvas is nightmares, faces twisted in flames, and the nightclub fire that killed 37 people three years ago. He never participated in exhibitions until Zhou Lin came to him and offered to hold a solo exhibition for him.
"You want my painting? Yes." Qiao Yang pinched Zhou Lin's chin with his paint-covered fingers, "But I want to paint you first - how you collapse."
Zhou Lin accepted this dangerous deal.
But he didn't know that what Qiao Yang wanted was not just his portrait, but also the cracks under his perfect appearance - the dark memories wrapped in suits, the past that even he himself didn't dare to touch.
Art is a lie, and love is the truest violence.
Intent: Among the ashes and lies of art, only true emotions can burn through the disguise of the soul.