Can wearing a mask keep you alive? Bullshit! This thing is a starving ghoul that gnaws on bones! To save my little sister, I, Shi Xubai, a rat at the bottom of Rust Iron City, took a deadly job: deliver a creepy package into a dead-end alley. And what happened? I got ambushed! A knife was at my throat! Want to live? Fine, then slap that cracked bronze mask with the crying face onto your face!
Once the mask touches your skin, you can't get it off. It gives me power: I can hear other people's pain, beat them down, and steal a breath of life to keep myself going. But it's even hungrier! It feeds on my life! My blood! The memories in my mind of my little sister's smiling face!
With the gangs hunting me across the city, I can only flee into an even bloodier place: the Blood Arena. Want to make it out alive? Then you'll have to risk your life in an iron cage, battling grinning madmen, raging beasts, and the owner of that golden beast mask!
Win, and you get money and medicine. Lose, and your corpse feeds the dogs. But the more I use the mask, the less I feel like myself... Is this cursed thing a charm that saves my life, or a spell that seals my doom?
