I am a journalist. Not long ago, my boyfriend committed suicide.
And I received a special email.
To uncover the truth behind his death, I went alone to the Ghost Village on the border.
There, I was nearly turned into one of them, almost becoming the fifth member of the Suicide Group.
It wasn’t until that night that I heard them outside my door, laughing as they planned how to livestream my death.
They discussed methods to make my death a spectacle.
So, suicide was just a façade; murder was the real truth.
After escaping from the Ghost Village, I told my Psychologist everything.
She calmly asked, “Perhaps what you’re saying isn’t the truth either?”
……
Who was really behind this murder? Was it a member of the Suicide Group, my perfect lover…
Or – was it myself?
The person with the knife is playing hide-and-seek with you.
