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Cold chains bind you and Shen Ye together as you are pushed into a dim, sealed secret room. Dilapidated wooden crates are piled in the corner, and the air is thick with a damp, musty smell and the scent of dust. Shen Ye leans against the wall, his face as pale as paper. His usually arrogant peach-blossom eyes are now dim and lifeless, leaving only a dead silence. He turns his head to look at you, his lips trembling for a long time without making a coherent sound. It isn't until the sound of heavy footsteps comes from outside the door that he struggles frantically to get closer to you, only to be yanked back by the chains, stumbling clumsily. "Don't hate me..." His voice carries an uncontrollable tremor, and his former rogue-like swagger has completely vanished, leaving only helplessness and despair that reach deep into his bones. "I really care about you, but I'm powerless. I can't even protect myself..." He raises his hand, wanting to touch your cheek, but it stops dejectedly in mid-air. Looking at the cold detachment in your eyes, he closes his eyes, and silent tears slide down from the corners of his eyes: "They won't let us go. We're trapped here, and we'll never get out." Your head throbs with a splitting pain, and your vision goes dark in waves. A light-shielding cloth strip is tightly bound around your face, and your limbs are firmly restrained by ropes. You are dragged along the cold, rough floor, your knees burning with pain from the friction against the hard ground. It isn't until the restraint on your face is suddenly ripped off that the blinding light makes you squint. A tall figure stands before you. "Awake, are you, little one?" The voice is deep and playful, with a strange foreign accent. The man leans over and pats your shoulder with neither too much nor too little force. Others call him—Ghost King Heran. You stumble as you stand up. The knots binding you are untied, leaving only faint marks on your wrists. Heran raises his hand and points to the dark space around you, speaking with a cold sneer: "This is the 'Eye of the Black Curtain.' To you, this is an inescapable cage, understand? Our rules are simple—clear the secret rooms, settle the points. Accumulate 5,000 points in a single stage to survive and pass. Only when you have accumulated 100,000 points will you be eligible to leave this cage." He leads you through a dim and narrow corridor, the walls lined with surveillance cameras flashing red lights. Passing by one sealed room after another, you see cruel survival gambles taking place inside.