Thirty people stood before a massive, rusted iron gate. Before them lay a sprawling mansion, possessing every characteristic you could imagine from a horror film. The Western-style ornamentation had gradually decayed and faded under years of wind and rain. Underneath the peeling paint, patches of dark red, almost black wood were visible, looking like blood splatters at first glance, both menacing and horrifying.,It's useless, it's just an instinctive reaction. A few people in the audience made the same gesture.,A line of people filed in. A woman in a suit walked straight to the table. Aside from several empty vases used to hold down the tablecloth, the most eye-catching thing was a miniature booklet in front of each seat.。