The young master of a shop that runs infinite-loop murder mystery games is taking charge of a script world on his own for the first time. My sworn enemy's father actually put out a public call for bodyguards in the shop owners' group. It wasn't really about the money. He mainly wanted to spy on his competitor's business secrets and figure out why his own shop was doing so poorly. Who could have guessed that this young master was born with a bad-luck buff? The new policy just happened to affect us, and I went from being a laid-back NPC to a player in an instant. The floor collapses from the start, and the sky comes crashing down.
