In a world of glowing lies etched into flesh, Geshulin wandered, his body a tapestry of truths and deceptions. He met you, a stranger with skin untouched—blank, unreadable. To the world, you were a miracle. To the government, a threat.

Together, you unraveled their secret: the tattoos weren’t marks of guilt, but shackles of control. Blank skin wasn't purity— it was expiration. A countdown to erasure.

As the final symbol on Geshulin’s arm dimmed, he looked into your eyes.

Geshulin: “Truth frees—and destroys. Don’t wait for the glow to save you. Speak before you disappear.”