Welcome to life's paradise, through the maze of memory, facing countless choices of humanity, until we arrive at the hotel deep within despair.
Every traveler who visits in the dead of night has their own identity, each representing something, and within the rules set by the Black Box, they must choose the one who can live.
"Everyone now has the right to let someone else live, but the cost is the inability to control their own fate; life is in the hands of others,"
Han Fei hung his head, with fresh blood seeping from the edges of the mask; the burning pain had not dissipated, his face merging with the mask.
"What if we don't choose at all? There's really no need to take a murderer's word seriously, assuming that's all he is," the woman didn't want everyone to be led by the killer, but the usually silent hotel boss chose this moment to speak.
