Infinite Murder Mystery Game: The Beauty with a Delicate Palm

–The script unfolds from the perspective of the murderer, Yu Tong.

Your name is Yutong, and you are a special child.

From a young age, you knew you were different from others. Your fingers were always itchy, and you could only relieve the itch by hiding other people's things in your pocket.

The dean has lectured her many times and called doctors several times. You overheard this outside the door; it's called "kleptomania."

The children in the orphanage looked at you with strange eyes, avoiding you as if you were a plague.

That year you were five years old, on March 26th, when fate showed you kindness for the first time.

On this day every month, a couple comes to adopt a child, and this month, they chose you.

You remember the couple, dressed in fine clothes, the lady's pearl necklace gleaming in the sunlight, and her kind smile.

At that moment, you realize that you can finally leave this cold place.

Just as you were overjoyed, Sihan, who is usually quiet and reserved, suddenly tugged at your clothes.

"Don't go with them," her voice trembled, "We'll all die tomorrow, we'll all die here!"

You shook off her hand, thinking she was just jealous and left in a hurry after arguing with someone. But you didn't see that behind you, Sihan's eyes were filled with terror as she screamed and ran away from the orphanage.

Upon hearing Sihan's words, the mixed-race boy Kairo, who was hiding in the corner, immediately fled the orphanage with his favorite younger brother, Lin Xiaofan.

But fate seems to have played a cruel joke on you. Just as you were basking in the joy of happiness, you were suddenly stared at by pairs of angry eyes.

The other children surrounded you; they were unwilling and unable to accept that a "freak" had been chosen.

In the scuffle, you fell into the abandoned well in the backyard.

At the moment of the fall, you saw them light a match.

The next day, after the couple discovered your disappearance, they turned their attention to Xiao Xiao, a child from the orphanage, and even gave her their family heirloom jade pendant.

Just as they were about to leave, they finally found your body, burned beyond recognition, at the bottom of the well.

"What bad luck."

You heard Madam Guan say that, and in the end, none of them took anyone with them.

Your spirit is casting a curse from the bottom of the well.

That night, a mysterious fire engulfed the orphanage, and all the children turned into ghosts.

Ironically, they believed they were still alive, repeating their actions from their previous lives every day, yet at night they emitted mournful cries and eerie nursery rhymes.

The Sunshine Orphanage became a haven for freaks, with only those who had already left and the new arrivals surviving.

But this is not enough.

In the new year, you've returned here.

The new boy, Xu Yiyi, was the first to fall victim to your blade.

The old woman who takes care of you almost recognizes you, so you have to gouge out her eyes.

At that moment, a pang of guilt flashed through your mind; the old lady had taken care of you for so long.

Guan Xiaoxiao, the girl who missed the chance to be adopted because of your death, has become your next target.

She made ugly rag dolls, led the curses against you, and even composed a song for you, so that your corpse would not find peace.

In a moment of impulse, you tampered with your own clothes and swapped them with her under the cover of night.

Having grown accustomed to stealing, you now handle these things with ease, and you almost burst out laughing as you watch the flames leaping over her body.

After daybreak, you calmly threw the charred clothes into the laundry room to destroy the evidence.

It's March 26th again, and you hear that another child will be adopted; the child's name is Lezhi.

You used the same trick again and swapped clothes with Lezhi.

At that farewell party, before she even saw the couple, she was met with the fiery kiss of death.

Guan Xiaoxiao's final expression is etched in your memory.

It wasn't pain, but surprise, as if I couldn't believe you would come back.

You have indeed returned, bringing with you the chill of the well bottom and the lingering resentment of years past.

Her rag doll still lies in the ashes, its stitches crooked, just like you, unloved by anyone.

It's ridiculous that Lezhi was helping others push the swing before she died. You stand in the shadows watching her being swallowed by the fire, like a moth caught in a trap.

As the flames climbed up her hem, you were reminded of yourself many years ago, wearing a new dress and waiting to be adopted.

If someone had told you back then that what awaited you was not a new life, but an eternal fall, would you have believed it?

It's almost dawn.

When the first ray of sunlight shines into the ruins, all the ghosts will temporarily disappear.

Only you are still standing here, at this place that is both the beginning and the end.

The fire has never truly died out; it burns in your heart, longer than any flame and deeper than any darkness.

Close your eyes and let hatred flow through every inch of the land.

This will always be your territory, your prison, and your final resting place.

Those who have hurt you will become part of this eternal cycle of reincarnation, never to be reborn.