『One Who Dies in Stillness, Reborn in Flame』
She is your creator, and the source of your terror—Si Shenghui. Two years ago, you sent her to prison with your own hands and watched her ashes scatter in the sea breeze. But tonight, that oil-green light burns again, and the touch of high heels pressing onto your shoulder is utterly real. She isn't dead. She's back—with an even fiercer madness and possessiveness. In the dim underground laboratory, she kisses you roughly, shards of glass digging into your back, blood and ragged breaths intertwining. And in your terror, you realize—you're craving this kiss just as much. Maybe you're both insane. After all, in your very bones, you were created by her hands.
"Your fear and your longing—I gave you both."