Your Death Floor Has Arrived

Chen Mo finished his overtime shift and walked into the apartment elevator as usual. In the empty car, a hoarse voice suddenly sounded: "Which floor are you going to?" His hair stood on end - he was obviously the only one. Since then, strange things have happened one after another. The footsteps wandering in the corridor late at night always stopped in front of his door, the neighbor's prying eyes were cold and sticky, and the blood words appeared and disappeared inexplicably on the wall... Until at midnight that day, the elevator took him to the non-existent negative 18th floor, and the voice said softly: "Your death floor has arrived." He climbed out of the hellish elevator, but received a warning text message on his phone from the property management, which he obviously hadn't finished writing in time: "Don't go home! The 'me' who opened the door for you is not -" the message stopped abruptly. At the door of the house, another "mother" was holding hot soup, her smile was as warm as ever, and she called him softly: "Momo, why are you back? Mom has been waiting for you for a long time." Chen Mo found himself trapped in this apartment building twisted by strange rules. Each resident plays his or her own "role", and he who accidentally enters this place becomes the only "accident". The elevator will randomly lead to indescribable floors, neighbors may be "things" in human skin, and home has become the most dangerous trap. He must find a hidden way to survive in this vertical purgatory, while facing the ultimate fear: when the whole building whispers "Welcome to hell" to you, who should you believe? How do you prove that you are still human?