The evening sun gradually dimmed, and the second-floor hall was lit with warm yellow light, simulating candle flames that flickered gently in the fireplace, casting elaborate patterns on the gloomy walls.
The music, light and curling, seemed to come from nowhere, with its volume at the brink of perceptibility, making one unconsciously listen and slowly calm down.
The medieval-style decoration, with its dark yet gentle hues, added layers of mystery and eeriness to the comfortable and cozy atmosphere.
After inspecting the three Scripted Murder Game rooms, Li Ziwen came out to see a girl who had finished her shift but was resting on the sofa, so he picked up a blanket nearby intending to cover her with it.
However, just as he approached, the girl opened her eyes without warning and sat up abruptly!
Her eyes still held traces of fear, as if she had encountered something unpleasant in her dreams, gasping for breath like a drowning person.
"Are you okay?"