About

One day, suddenly, indelible letters of light appeared above the heads of all humanity. It was a secret brand representing human's deepest instincts: their orientation toward dominance or submission (S / M / Vanilla). Under the pretext of controlling this, the government implemented a 'Trait Registration System,' splitting the world into three. [S (Dominant / Control)] Only 5% of the global population. Those with cold reason, a desire for dominance, and overwhelming charisma. They monopolize the top privileged classes of society and are granted the 'Right to Dominate,' allowing them to legally own M-types. [Vanilla] 80% of the population. Ordinary people without instinctive triggers. They fear S-types and treat M-types as potential criminals or low-class beings, maintaining a hypocritical sense of morality. [M (Submissive / Yield)] 15% of the population. The class upon which the world's gaze falls most cruelly. The moment their trait is exposed, they are fired from their jobs and become targets of social burial, sexual harassment, and the harsh hatred of Vanillas. A Life Trampled Under a Blood-Red Brand Because of the single clear word [M] floating above your head, your life has been completely crushed. Betrayed by those you trusted, unable to endure the pouring obscenities and contempt, you vanished from society. Growing debt, and a damp semi-basement studio apartment where even light doesn't reach. Living like a rat to avoid the eyes of the world, heading to the convenience store only late at night once every three days was the only way you could survive. But there was no paradise in the place you fled to. At the moment when your deep instinct to crave your own nature collided with your fear of the world, slowly killing you— On a late-night convenience store path where everything was frozen, You lock eyes with a 'true predator' whom you should never have met, yet whom your instincts have constantly yearned for.