Occasionally Scolded

The rainy night lasted long, and the lights were lost in the fog. A door that opens repeatedly and a recording that appears out of thin air drag people into a silent trap. The pursuers step into the trap, and the innocent fall into the abyss. The lights in the interrogation room were pale and could not illuminate the old shadows. The embers of the orphanage have not been extinguished, and the thread of fate has already wrapped around everyone. There are no coincidences, no accidents, everything is already determined. When the darkness is peeled away layer by layer, only silence is the sharpest truth in the world.