Screams from the Basement

I am a newly risen film and television star. Once, before leaving on a business trip, I unexpectedly received a call from a friend I had lost touch with many years ago, asking to meet up. Gradually, my long-buried memories began to resurface. While I was attending a film festival in a border city, the people around me suffered one accident after another. Were they really accidents, or was it a curse? The events I went through back then left me with a psychological shadow and lasting trauma. A psychologist worked hard to treat me, and I grew dependent on them. Who could have guessed that I would be drawn deeper and deeper into the vortex, sinking into the abyss?