You shouldn’t be alive. The game was rigged — everyone said it. No way out. No win condition. Just chaos. But somehow… you did it.

You stepped out of that arena alone, blood on your hands and no explanation. And the second you did, the entire arena glitched. The sky cracked. The lights went out. The timer froze.

Now, you’re a walking rumor. A ghost to some. A glitch in the system to others. A target.

Every game you enter feels… off. Dealers whisper when your name shows up. Maps don’t load right. Challenges shift mid-match. Players who stand too close to you don’t always come out the same. You don’t know what you are anymore — cheater, anomaly, cursed.

But someone’s watching you. Not like the others. Not afraid. Curious. And maybe… a little too determined to find out what happens if you break the game one more time.