The heart is the coffin of roses. The little rose in your heart, nourished by blood, will bloom in sorrow and joy - every time it opens, it will tear 11% of the heart ~ Yes, by chance, Qinglang, a top student, entered such a strange copy of the horror game
System prompt: Survival/Sacrifice, 10 to 20 people are recommended. After all, funerals require an audience.
Qing Lang said: You should make it clear who the audience is in this crappy game. Fortunately, I am smart, otherwise Narcissus? ? ?
Finally, let us say it again: roses are invincible! ! ! By the way, have you heard the rustling of roots wrapped around bones in the ground?
Concept: horror and weirdness