"The streets are small businesses, the businesses are big streets."
Kahn, who was born in the slums, was on the verge of starvation and was rescued by Subaibia, the queen of the street gang "Rogue Street", at the cost of becoming a "clean" chess piece in her hands.
A ghost that can penetrate into any gap without any prosthetic modification.
A seemingly simple surveillance mission plunges him into a vortex involving identity theft and corporate conspiracy.
When forgotten memory fragments began to flash back in the brain-computer interface, Kahn gradually realized that he was not a blank piece of paper that could be painted on.
Is he someone else's chess piece or the hand holding the chess piece?
