My name is Chen Mo, and I was born with a passion for medicine. My blood can quell curses, and my eyes can see through weaknesses, but this gift destined me to die trying to save the world.
I once thought I could control my destiny by joining the Department of Justice, but I didn't know that I was already a dead piece in the chess game. The sacrifice of my best friend, the tears of my lover, the betrayal of my mentor... They pushed me step by step towards the predetermined ending.
If salvation means destroying oneself, if resistance is just another kind of submission - can I rewrite the ending of this play?
