Here, every exhibit is alive.
Crying oil paintings will ooze blood, ancient broken swords long for killing, and even a shabby rag doll may hide the resentment of destroying a city.
And I am their new caretaker.
My job is to fix them, to appease them, to imprison them.
Rule 1 of the Curator's Code: Never develop empathy for exhibits.
But I heard their sad wishes and witnessed the forgotten history.
When mysterious organizations from the outside try to destroy this place, when the secrets of the museum itself gradually emerge...
I'm faced with a choice:
Should he continue to be this indifferent caretaker, maintaining a fragile balance?
Or smash this eternal cage and release all the cursed history - even if it costs the entire world?
I'm not a curator, I'm just a lunatic who wants to give "monsters" a home.
