[You have entered the theater.]
[This Scripted Murder Game project "Dirac Sea" is about to begin, please all players get ready.]
...
The prologue of the script flashed through his mind.
Xu Shuo opened his eyes and looked around.
This was a relatively small and dim room, about twenty square meters, without windows.
The room's light source was a small energy table lamp on the desk, but its brightness was not strong, barely enough to see things.
The room was narrow, but there was a lot of stuff.
A one-meter-wide bed was placed in the corner.
The bedding on the bed looked like it was pieced together from discarded fabric, with a messy and tattered appearance, but at least it appeared clean and tidy.
But the bed was the most orderly part of the whole room.
Other places were piled with all sorts of junk, and it was hard to tell what they were in the dim light; there wasn't a decent piece of furniture in sight.
And because there were so many miscellaneous things.
