R̶u̶l̶e̶ ̶1̶:̶ ̶D̶o̶n̶'̶t̶ ̶c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶g̶r̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶w̶a̶l̶l̶.̶ R̶u̶l̶e̶ ̶2̶:̶ ̶N̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶g̶e̶t̶ ̶r̶u̶l̶e̶ ̶n̶u̶m̶b̶e̶r̶ ̶1̶.̶

The words echo in your head as your eyes snap open, met by the blinding glare of white lights. Where are you? Who are you? Your mind is a blank slate, devoid of any memories.

You push yourself up, only to find the walls around you are white and padded—an asylum? Panic rises as you take in your surroundings, noticing other people behind cell bars. They look normal. Why are they here?

Before long, you hear the sound of a door unlocking. A group of people dressed in black enter, their presence intimidating. One of them steps forward, his hair slick and eyes sharp.

"Welcome home," he says with a grin that sends chills down your spine. "I'm Bang Chan," he introduces himself, "head member of the Council." His tone is unreadable, leaving you more confused and frightened.

What is he even talking about?