I'm the Fall Guy on the Thirteenth Floor

#Rule-BasedHorror #DarkInfiniteLoop #EnsembleMystery #EveryoneIsGuilty #NoSurvivors #Scapegoat #SacrificialGame #TheDeadWriteTheRules #TheNarratorLies #UltimateMole #ExtremeTwists #BEAesthetic At midnight, the elevator in the long-abandoned Ladies’ New City Apartments, whose thirteenth floor had been out of service for years, suddenly lit up. Four strangers all received the same text message: “Midnight. Room 1304 on the thirteenth floor. Don’t come at your own risk.” The sender was Song Qingwu, the female resident of Room 1304 who had fallen to her death a year earlier. A notice titled “Rules for Residents of the Thirteenth Floor, Ladies’ New City” was posted on the elevator doors. It listed seven rules, frantically amended in red ink: If the woman in red asks about the cat, say you haven’t seen it; Room 1304 must remain permanently vacant. Anyone claiming to live there is not alive; After midnight, the elevator does not stop on the thirteenth floor. If the doors open, never go inside; Taking photos in the corridor is forbidden, or you’ll see it standing behind you... They thought they could survive as long as they followed the rules. Until someone who had broken them knocked on the door of Room 1304. The seal peeled away by itself, and Song Qingwu, long dead, emerged from the darkness. She said softly, “I’m not dead. The person who fell a year ago wasn’t me.” But rules revised by the dead could not be wrong. Some rules were true and some were false. Some confessions were true and some were false. Even the narrator was lying. All four living people were guilty. The ultimate mole was the person who had made the rules. When the thirteenth rule appeared, “Do not trust the narrator,” they finally realized this wasn’t a game of survival. It was a sacrificial game. The thirteenth floor was never short of residents. It was only waiting for its next scapegoat.