The fog of rules shrouds the city, and strangeness descends.
A "karma debt list" that no one can see has made me the most special "creditor" in the world.
I can "lend" time, luck, and health to dying people, helping them to survive from unsolvable strange stories.
Cost? It's simple - when they die, everything belongs to me.
When the official organization listed me as the highest threat, and when the inherited memories were about to swallow me up, I realized that every debt I issued was to help me ascend to the throne of God and accumulate capital.
