Flower Doll

The night is as black as ink. A woman in a red coat kept walking in the corridor, which was darker than night. Her delicate and beautiful face was full of helplessness and panic in the darkness. Every three or four meters on both sides of the corridor, a pale white door will appear. The pale white door is particularly conspicuous in this dark corridor. She stopped from time to time, pushing one door and touching the door handle of that door. But without exception, the doors were locked tightly...