Am I the Madman Here?

A psychiatrist in funeral attire asks about my symptoms. A hotpot server greets me with an unsettling grin. The campus beauty I rescued crawls backward in the dark, sleepwalking with eerie grace. When the moon turned crimson, I witnessed scarlet eyes gazing down—a vertical pupil observing our world. Surrounded by chaos and dancing demons, Xin Nan stares at the empty shadows trailing the crowd and asks with a calm smile: "So tell me, am I the one who's insane?" In a reality fractured by nightmares, hallucinations, and incomprehensible horrors, sanity becomes the greatest liability. After all, w…