Fu City, evening.
The sunset painted the horizon, and a few birds flapped past through the gold and red evening clouds.
The evening breeze swept through the city's streets and alleys and brushed against their faces, so comfortable it almost lulled them to sleep.
If only there were no ghosts in this apartment building...
Yezi took a deep breath. A night had already passed.
Including herself, there were still six players around.
But almost none of them had any confidence they could survive.
[Ghost story: My Aging Self.] [Opening Lines: I'm getting older and older.] [Why is this happening? Why can't I stop aging?] [My teeth are falling out, my hair is turning gray, my back is bending, my legs can no longer support my body, and my eyes grow cloudier by the day.] [Why has this happened to me?] [Could this be... retribution...?]
The Opening Lines ended there.
And the final text read-
[Arrive at Twilight Apartment at seven p.m.] [After midnight, take turns caring for the elderly person for one hour each.] [Game duration: three days.] [Late arrivals will be deemed to have failed the game.] [Anyone who leaves the apartment will be deemed to have failed the game.] [Anyone who dies will be deemed to have failed the game.] [Game failure means elimination.] [Good luck, ghost story player.]
The requirements were clear. Compared with ordinary ghost stories, this one did not seem difficult at all.
But... when they had arrived at Twilight Apartment at the appointed time the previous afternoon and gained an initial understanding of the situation, almost everyone's mind had gone completely blank.
The apartment building looked particularly sinister beneath the setting sun, without the slightest trace of warmth.
There was no manager, no security guard, and no caregiver.
Inside the