"Every future was different, but every one of them was unbearably painful for me. In the end, they all led to despair."
"If the ending was already set in stone, then of course I couldn't let off anyone who tried to push me into the abyss along the way."
Gao Ming sent the finished game design proposal to Wei Dayou and silently watched the sun sink below the horizon.
Night fell. After giving Wan Qiu a few instructions, Gao Ming took a black umbrella and left his apartment.
Avoiding the building's decrepit surveillance cameras, Gao Ming entered Building 2. Standing at the entrance to the stairwell, he took out the Fear Puppet's black-and-white photograph.
An'an had already told Gao Ming how to activate the Posthumous Photograph. He stared at it, forcing himself to keep generating feelings of terror until the ugly puppet crawled out of the picture.
Shadows spread in every direction. Gao Ming's first game had begun.
The sound-activated lights flickered. The red couplets pasted on the doors seemed to seep blood, and the upside-down characters for "fortune" became twisted smiles. Everything seemed capable of conjuring terrifying associations.
The shadows from another world slipped through every crack, creeping into each household in Building 2 and steadily seeping deeper inside.
"The shadows Phobia's Posthumous Photograph can bring over are limited. They can probably only cover four floors..."
Every Posthumous Photograph could be strengthened through sacrifices, but Gao Ming had no intention of doing that for now.
Walking up the stairs through the deathly silence, Gao Ming took out the black-and-white photograph of Sishui Apartments as well. He tried every method he could think of to communicate with the Spirit Medium in the photograph, but nothing worked.
Only after he poured the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God's aura and his own blood into