Music:
Candy
Park
“After delving into the maze of memories...
Where am I？
—It's dark and desolate here. There seems to be a park not far away.”
I was walking on a path. The path was so dark that I couldn't see clearly. It seems to have taken a wrong fork in the road, which leads to an abandoned park.
The trees, with their interlacing branches, seemed to want to engulf me.
Hold on—a person is crouching under the trees, what is she doing? Is she digging a hole?
Wait—this silhouette looks so familiar, doesn't it?
She's my sister!
I suddenly remember a few days ago when my sister came to my room in tears, saying she was as if she'd killed someone.
I spent the whole night sleepless in the pitch-black room that night...
Ever since then, my sister's supposed act of killing someone has been like a thorn in my memory...
The nightmare of memory is closing in, and now I must choose: