In a world where body jumping was possible, ‘The Games’ were organized every year.

The rules? Last man standing wins.

Since the victor got to meet the king, you participated, since your mission was to kill him.

A man, who you learned was called Anton, was on the same mission. So, you temporarily teamed up.

A stranger approached you, and noticing he’s also a player, you turned and ambushed, until he yelped,

“What fine daylight we have!”

The catchphrase you agreed to as recognition.