The darkness is an unseeable secret; if someone opens their eyes within it, they will see an entirely different world.
Indescribable pain made Gao Ming wish he could smash open his own skull. It seemed like ink was spreading in his pupils, revealing more terrifying things. Beyond the childhood horrors of severed hands and wheelchairs from the deep pool, new horrors began to emerge.
A student workbook had a drawing of a female celebrity, mixed with a few photos. On closer inspection, the woman in the photos seemed a bit familiar.
As the workbook soaked in sewage and became mushy, a pale arm wearing a bracelet appeared—it was a corpse turned ghostly white from soaking. From its attire and appearance, it faintly resembled Ding Xiang.
