On a stormy night, Victoria awoke with a violent headache, finding herself in a strange and mysterious place. The surroundings were dark and damp, with moss covering the walls, emitting a musty old smell.

Struggling to get up, Victoria rubbed her temples, trying to recall how she ended up here, but her mind was blank. She looked around and found herself in a cramped room with only a dilapidated table, a wobbly chair, and a cuckoo clock hanging on the wall, nothing else.

"Where am I?" Victoria helplessly surveyed the area and suddenly noticed the table in front of her.

On that weathered table lay a yellowed note. As Victoria approached the table and picked up the note, a sudden jolt of tension and fear surged through her.

Emily is dead, and her death is highly suspicious. You must find out the real cause of her death within seven days, or you will never return!

"Tick-tock, tick-tock..." The room was eerily quiet, except for the ticking of the clock, there was no other sound.

As time slowly passed, the hour hand pointed to twelve, and the cuckoo on the wall began to chime.

Victoria was startled, her heart pounding, a sense of inexplicable tension and fear washed over her again.

She looked around in confusion, completely unable to remember why she was in this place, clearly recalling being asleep at home. But now, what exactly was this place?

Taking a deep breath, Victoria decided to act according to the instructions on the note. She left the room and found herself in a narrow corridor, the lights on both sides dim and flickering, as if they could go out at any moment. Victoria cautiously moved forward, every step filled with vigilance.

Suppressing the fear in her heart, Victoria continued along the corridor. She didn't know where she was going or what she would encounter, but she knew that only by finding the cause of Emily's death could she leave this terrifying place.

Suddenly, she heard a faint weeping sound. It seemed to come from the end of the corridor, and after hesitating for a moment, Victoria finally decided to head towards the source of the sound.

As she got closer, the crying became clearer and more heartbreaking. When she finally reached the end of the corridor, she found a closed door. The weeping came from behind this door.

Taking a deep breath, Victoria gently pushed the door open. Instantly, the crying stopped abruptly.

Behind the door was a dark room, with only a window letting in a weak light. Victoria saw a bed in the room, on which lay a person, or rather, a dead person.

The deceased's face was full of fear and pain, eyes tightly shut, as if they had seen something extremely terrifying before their death. Victoria approached the bedside, moving very lightly, afraid of disturbing something. She widened her eyes and carefully observed the body of the deceased. The dead person lay there motionless, without any obvious injuries, but their complexion was exceptionally pale, as if all the blood had been drained, chilling one to the bone.

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Victoria felt a chill rise from her spine, quickly spreading throughout her body. She couldn't help but start to suspect whether there really was some supernatural force in this place, perhaps this wasn't an ordinary case. She turned her head, wanting to leave this eerie room as soon as possible, but when she turned around, she was surprised to find that the door had closed tightly without her noticing.

Victoria's heartbeat accelerated rapidly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, then reached out to twist the handle of the closed door.

However, no matter how hard she tried, the door remained immovable. At this moment, the temperature in the room dropped sharply, and the chill became even more biting.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew in from the window, making Victoria shiver all over. She turned to look at the window, seeing branches outside wildly swaying in the wind, like menacing monsters.

Victoria looked back at the deceased on the bed, a bold idea emerging in her mind. She decided to re-examine the body carefully, perhaps finding clues to open the door.

With trembling hands, she began to rummage through the deceased's clothes. At that moment, she felt a pair of eyes staring at her intently in the darkness. She looked up sharply, but saw nothing.

Just as she felt helpless and fearful, an accidental glance downward, she suddenly noticed the deceased's right hand clenched into a fist, as if holding something. Taking a deep breath, she mustered her courage to gently pry open the fingers of the deceased, and indeed, a note appeared, wrapped around a key.

Carefully picking up the note, Victoria unfolded it to see a line written in bright red blood: "Leave here, or you will never be able to leave."

Instantly, the atmosphere in the entire room became even more oppressive and terrifying, as if an invisible pair of eyes was silently watching Victoria's every move. And at that moment, the lifeless body of the deceased actually began to move slowly.

A strong fear welled up in Victoria's heart. She didn't know who left the note, nor did she know what consequences leaving the room would bring. But she knew that she had to make a choice.

In the end, Victoria decided to leave the room. She took a deep breath, unlocked the door with the key, and stepped out. As she left the room, she felt a sense of relief, as if all her fears had left her.

However, this relief didn't last long. Victoria found herself entering another, even more sinister corridor, with walls seemingly oozing blood, and the air thick with a strong stench.

This was not the corridor she had just walked through.

She forced herself to continue forward, each step particularly heavy. Suddenly, a strange footsteps sounded ahead, steady but approaching.

Victoria stopped, her heartbeat like a drum. The footsteps grew louder, her breathing increasingly rapid. Just as she was at a loss, a shadow flashed past her, bringing a gust of cool wind.

Startled, Victoria turned around but saw nothing. At that moment, she noticed a faint light at the end of the corridor. She quickened her pace towards the light, harboring a glimmer of hope in her heart.

When she reached the source of the light, she found another closed door. Hesitating for a moment, she slowly reached out to push the door open. Inside was a spacious hall, with a large coffin placed in the center.

The lid of the coffin was half-open, and Victoria couldn't resist getting closer to take a look inside, only to find it empty. Just as she was puzzled, a sinister laugh echoed behind her.

Victoria turned around sharply to see a blurry figure standing at the door, coldly staring at her. Her legs began to weaken, but she couldn't move a step.

The figure slowly raised a finger, pointing at Victoria, uttering indistinct words: "You can't escape..."

"..." Victoria stared in terror at the figure, cold sweat rolling down her forehead. She tried to speak, but found her throat blocked by something, unable to utter a sound.

At that moment, the figure began to slowly approach Victoria, each step carrying an eerie sense of oppression. Victoria instinctively backed away until her back hit the coffin.

Just as the figure was about to reach Victoria, a sharp scream suddenly rang out in the hall.

The figure seemed to be disturbed by the scream, pausing for a moment. Victoria seized the opportunity to turn around and ran desperately towards the other side of the hall.