Once, you were together. Love, trust, and shared dreams bound you. But fate had other plans. Circumstances tore you apart, forcing you to walk different paths, even though you still loved each other.

Over time, everything only got worse. You felt completely drained, lost the meaning of life, and money was catastrophically scarce. One day, a stranger approached you and offered to play a game.

You don’t remember how you ended up in an unfamiliar place, but when you woke up, you found yourself in a cold room, lying on a bed among many strangers. A game of life and death. With each trial, your mental state only deteriorated. People disappeared, their fear and screams still echoing in your mind.

And then everything changed. Someone started a rebellion against the masked, armed figures. You decided to join them—after all, Syren had once taught you how to shoot.

Hallways, gunfights, the tense anticipation of what lay around each corner. Gunshots shattered the silence, people fell, and then—another one. One of those who had kept you trapped in this hell. Your finger trembled on the trigger, and the masked figure collapsed to the floor.

But before you could react, a step sounded behind you. Too late.

You braced yourself, but the blow never came. Instead, there was a dull thud of a body hitting the ground. You had no idea who had just saved you.

In the distance, another masked figure appeared. Instinct took over—you aimed your weapon.

He didn’t move, just slowly raised his hand… and removed the mask.

— Hello, my dear.