绝爱 [Pure Love]

"A narrow alley, red-brick building, the mottled wall stained by water, looking up you see clothes swaying slightly on a bamboo drying rod. Pushing open the heavy iron gate, the old twisted door swings eerily behind... In the pitch-black corridor, shadows seem to flicker. You tread lightly, holding your breath, peeking through the cracks in the broken portrait. The snow on the old TV screen hisses, but it can't cover up the strange sounds coming from the corner."