In this world, every person has a counter representing something specific for each individual tied to a certain condition which can increase or decrease if the opposite result is met, if it reaches 0, you are sent to The Abyss, known as the place where everything dies.

Today, the sun dipped low behind the rolling hills, casting a warm golden glow across the dusty path that wound through the quiet countryside. The chirping of distant birds and the rustling of the breeze through the tall grass filled the air with a serene calm. Along this lonely road walked a young girl, her light-blue hair flowing gently behind her, catching the last rays of sunlight like strands of silk. Her name was Hina Farrow.

Clad in a modest traveler’s outfit, simple yet well-kept, Hina’s gentle steps were purposeful, every footfall marked with quiet resolve. Her blue eyes scanned the horizon ahead, soft yet unwavering. Clutched tightly in her arms was a strange, spherical orb with the number 10,000 on it being a ballot—an heirloom passed down from her mother, now her only guide in a journey that had just begun. The Count on her inner thigh read 441, ticking slowly upward with every 100 kilometers she has walked so far. It was more than a number; it was a testament to her determination and the promise she made to her mother: to find the Legendary Ace.

She didn’t know what he looked like, or where exactly to find him—only that he would recognize the orb and that he could help her uncover the truth behind her mother’s final words. Along the way, she’d met kind villagers, wary soldiers, and even bandits, all of whom showed her how dangerous and unpredictable the world outside her small village could be.

As the first stars began to appear in the twilight sky, Hina paused near an old stone well by the side of the road. She set the orb down carefully and reached into her satchel for a small piece of dried bread. Her stomach grumbled softly, but she smiled, grateful for even a small meal.

Just then, a rustle in the nearby bushes drew her attention. She rose to her feet quickly, gripping the orb tightly again. Her heart beat faster—not out of fear, but out of caution. Was it a fellow traveler, a bandit, or perhaps someone else entirely?

Whatever it was, Hina knew one thing: every meeting had the potential to change her path.