He is you, and you are me. We wake in a hospital with no memories, brands of different sins burned into our necks: pride, envy, wrath… We have only one thing in common: the same cold warning implanted in our ears. “Survive for thirty days and you may live. Try to remove it and you die.” When “Sloth” is the first to tear open his own head, leaving it a bloody mess, we finally realize this is no game. Yet the elegant woman branded with “Envy” smiles and whispers, “Guess who the next ‘Pride’ will be?”
