"Was it really that exaggerated? I wanted to see what magic this Outlast had!"
In a residential complex somewhere in the Imperial Capital, a tough-looking man sat before his computer, bare-chested, with a crew cut, standing six feet three, and packed with muscle.
The tough guy was named Song Ren. At that moment, he stared suspiciously at the posts on a forum.
Every single one of them talked about how terrifying Outlast was.
He had never been interested in horror games.
But he had learned that this horror game had been made by the designer behind To the Moon, which piqued his curiosity.
After all, despite his fierce appearance, what was that saying again? A tiger's heart could still smell roses.
On the outside, he was a pure macho man, but even macho men had moments when they cried. When he had played To the Moon before, he had shed a whole lot of tears.
So he had been paying some attention to Nebula Games and its designer, Chen Xu.
And lately, this game called Outlast seemed to be quite popular, so he decided to give it a try.
A horror game—could it really be that scary?
With that curiosity, Song Ren bought and installed the game, then launched it.
"Heh... trying to be mysterious?"
Outside Jushan Mental Hospital, Song Ren was full of confidence.
"Heh... is that all?!"
From climbing the scaffolding to the lights in the room going out, Song Ren looked disdainful.
"Hiss... just a jump scare when opening a door. Nothing to be afraid of."
A corpse lunged at him from behind the door, giving Song Ren a slight fright.
"Wait... don't come over here!!"
The wheelchair patient in the lobby came in for a loving hug, and Song Ren's face turned pale.
An hour