I once thought that inheriting my grandmother's memory would be my final farewell to her.
Until I discovered that her memory is an irresistible curse and the last fuse of civilization.
In this era where emotions are clearly priced and memories can be bought and sold at will, the "Garden of Eden" Group promises to create a perfect paradise without pain for mankind. The price is handing over our true past.
When my pen uncontrollably drew that taboo symbol belonging to a lost civilization, the hunt had already begun.
Only then did I realize that what my grandmother left to me was not a warm inheritance, but the beginning of a war.
Are we puppets defined by memory, or free souls with the right to forget?
When the whole world chooses to indulge in beautiful lies, do you still have the courage to wake up when you have the cruel truth?
