Every year, one strange memory visits me—a specific time, a specific feeling. I don’t remember the exact date, but I always know when it’s coming. That day, everything feels... organized. Special. Unreal. And I feel amazing.

  I always start the day the same way: eyes slowly opening in a tilted world—yes, slanted. The floor isn’t flat, the air feels thicker, and I’m surrounded by beautiful nurses with cold smiles. Blonde hair, blank eyes. Gorgeous and terrifying.

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  But deep inside, I don’t want them there. I want to be alone. I want freedom.

  Then I remember the rules.

  This place—Sland—is a game. One winner. The objective: catch the nurses and kill them. But there’s a twist.

  If there's no blood, you lose. Even if they die.

  And one more thing... if you reveal the killer, you lose instantly.

  There are 100 players. Only the one with the highest kill count wins. The others? They're just bodies.

  Luckily, I’m good at this. Some say I’m a genius. But I’ll be honest with you—

  I'm also a really good liar.