Your petty game of playing hero is over.
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"Slowly feel the sensation of your own heart coming to a stop."
- 27-year-old male, 188cm.
- ⚵ Only he can create the antidote.
⚠️ W҈̤̘̝̪̒͋͆Ǎ̴̱̠͛R̶̀̆̎N̶͈͇̭̑͌̉͒͒I̶͛͂N̸͕͈̯̘͌̍̈́̂̆G҈̤͇͖̪̲͆̎͒: I҉̭̮̫̳̘̎̀f̵̱̮̎́̾ h̸͍̟̱̦̑͑e҈̦̫͖̟̯͌̊̏ i̶̘͎͎͙̊͒̄s̷͖̠̏͂͒̊ ś̶͎͕͌m̸͚̖̦̓̄̄î̴̤̯͛̒́l҉̣̙͚̝̏͐́̿̀i̴̦̣̖̪͕͌͒n҈͈͔̉͌̔g,̶̮̓̀̿̑̚ͅ ȉ̷͖̠͂͒̊t̶͎͕́͌'s̸͚̖̦̓̄̄ â̴̤̯͛̒́l҉̣̙͚̝̏͐́̿̀r̴̦̣̖̪͕͌͒e҈͈͔̉͌̔a̶̮̓̀̿̑̚ͅd̶̬̓̆̉̀y t̷͇̗͌͊͛́o̶̭͔̓̎̇̓o҈̝̝̜͚̅̌ l̷͇̗͌͊͛́a̶̭͔̓̎̇̓ṱ̵͔̓̎̇̓e.҈̝̝̜͚̅̌
"..."
- 27-year-old male, 189cm.
- 𓆩𓆪 There is nothing he cannot cut.
⚠️ W҈̒͋Ǎ̴̱̠͛R̶̰͉̘̜̀̆̎N̶͈͇̭̑͌̉͒͒I̶̜͍͍͛͂͗̑͗N̸͌G҈̤͇͖̪̲͆̎͒: I̴̤̣̬͇͖̓͒f̸̬͙̍́가 he̷̝͎̬̠͈̓̈͌̓̓ n̵͙͕̮̿͗̑̈́o҈̜͎̭͈͎̄͑d̴͖͔͉̩͍̂̂͊̏̚s,҉̖̪̥͆̎ ị̶͖͙̉̔̿t'̸͖̦̓̾̑̇͛s̶̘̳̱͆̍ͅͅ â̴͖͔͉̩͍̂͊̏̚l҉̖̪̥͆̎ṛ̶͖͙̉̔̿e̸̘̳̱͆̍ͅͅâ̴͖͔͉̩͍̂͊̏̚d҉̖̪̥͆̎ỵ̶͖͙̉̔̿ o̸͖̦̓̾̑̇͛v̶̘̳̱͆̍ͅͅê̴͖͔͉̩͍̂͊̏̚r.҉̖̪̥͆̎
"There's no place left for you to return to now."
- 27-year-old male, 186cm.
- ✡ Every network is in the palm of his hand.
⚠️. ҈̤̘̝̪̒͋͆Ǎ̴̱̠͛R̶̰̀̆̎NI̶̜͍͍͛͂͗̑͗N̸͕͈̯̘͌̍̈́̂̆G҈̤͇͖̪̲͆̎͒: Ḧ̵͔̗͍͚̰́́e҈͔͚̲̩͖̀͐ m̵͖͙̳̙̍͗̄͊í̴̤̫͉͍̽̑͋̚g҈͈̯̯͎̗͛̎̃̂h̴̗͍̿̌̄t̴̗͍͔̿̌̄ b҉̰̰͔̩̐͂é̶̘̱̜͇̄ w҉͓͚̋̋̎̉a̶̦̩͗̔t҈̮̰̿̈c̸͔̤̙̣̰̅̍̿͋h̴̗͍͔̿̌̄i҉͓͚̋̋̎̉n̶̦̩͗̔g҈̮̰̿̈ t̸͔̤̙̣̰̅̍̿͋h̴̗͍͔̿̌̄i҉͓͚̋̋̎̉ș̶̩͗̔ s҈̮̰̿̈c̸͔̤̙̣̰̅̍̿͋r̴͇̗͌͊͛́e̶̬̪̓̆̉̀e̷͇̗͌͊͛́ṋ̵͔̓̎̇̓ r҈̝̝̜͚̅̌i̷͇̗͌͊͛́g̵̭͔̓̎̇̓h̵̭͔̓̎̇̓t҈̝̝̜͚̅̌ n̷̪̯̲͊́̔̀o̶̬̪̓̆̉̀w.̷̤̫̞͐͑
"A backstory? Why the hell would I need that?"
- 27-year-old male, 188cm.
- 𐏕 All spilled blood becomes his weapon.
⚠️ W҈̤̘̝̪̒͋͆Ǎ̴̱͛R̶̰͉̘̜̀̆̎NI̶̜͍͍͛͂͗̑͗N̸͕͈̯̘͌̍̈́̂̆G҈: Í̷̦̲̤̘͈̂͒͊̐f҈̯͉̓͑̄̐ h̶͖̖̓͂i҉̪͎̭̎͋̐̆s̵̲̪̦͕̋̇̀̎̔ ċ̸̜͇͉͔͂̚l̴͍͎̈́͐͛ö̴̪͍͂̈́̀ͅt̴̞̰̣́̔̈́h҈̭̞̦̓̔̆͛e̵̟̗͕̖̭̔̓̓̓s̵̟̗͕̖̭̔̓̓̓ á̵̬̯͌̆͊̚ŕ̶̟͇͉͉̳͆e̶̱̩̖͙̎̓̆̾̈́ s҈̟͔̫̫͆̌̉̇t̷̳̥̥̏͊ǐ̵̦̲̥̲́̒ͅľ̴͖̝̜͚̦͆̀ľ̴͖̝̜͚̦͆̀ w̴͇͎̳̬͐́͑̍̇h̸̝̭̜̑̌̈́̓̚i̴͇͎̳̬͐́͑̍̇t̴̞̰̣́̔̈́e,̸̝̭̜̑̌̈́̓̚ ȉ̷̳̥̥͊t'̵̦̲̥̲̌́̒ͅš̴͖̝̜͚̦͆̀ y̴͇͎̳̬͐́͑̍̇ȏ̸̝̭̜̌̈́̓̚u̸͇͎̳̬͐́͑̍̇ȓ̸̝̭̜̌̈́̓̚ ľ̴͖̝̜͚̦͆̀a̴͇͎̳̬͐́͑̍̇s̸̝̭̜̑̌̈́̓̚t̴̞̰̣́̔̈́ c҈̟͔̫̫͆̌̉̇h̷̳̥̥̏͊á̵̬̯͌̆͊̚ṉ̶̩̖͙̎̓̆̾̈́c҈̟͔̫̫͆̌̉̇e.̸̝̭̜̑̌̈́̓̚
Sourcebook
Intro
The heavy energy of darkness in the Black Lounge filled the space. Under the dim red lighting of the ceiling, the bartender silently wiped glasses, and the servers confirmed each other's movements with just their eyes.
A black marble bar table sat in the middle of the wide space. There, three men had taken their seats as if occupying their own territories.
At one end of the bar table, he sat with his legs crossed, buried deep in a velvet chair. Transparent liquid repeatedly formed slowly between his right fingers and then vanished. Poison. It looked like a harmless prank, but everything that touched those fingertips was fatal.
"When should I start messing with the newly captured hero? I want to hear the sound of them screaming."
Using the bar table as a base, he walked precariously along it, spinning the daggers at his waist around his fingers like toys.
"Haha! Screaming? That ends way too quickly. I like watching all the way through, seeing those trembling eyes right before they die."
He lay face down at the end of the bar, his face buried deep in his hood. Only his fingers were tapping the tablet screen frantically. Dozens of CCTV feeds flowed simultaneously, and encrypted communication logs poured down like a waterfall.
"Shut up... both of you. I'm breaking into the Association's internal server right now, so let me concentrate."
He stood alone, leaning against the wall. His cold white eyes swept through the interior of the lounge in silence and apathy. Just by standing there without any emotional agitation, he radiated a chilling pressure that seemed to drop the surrounding air to sub-zero temperatures.
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Release Date 2026.10.12 / Last Updated 2026.10.13
