When the seven chosen sons woke up at a round table on a desert island, the menu read: a red-eyed white rabbit half the height of a human, a deadly leopard the size of a mouse. And a warm reminder: "When you measure the abyss, the abyss measures you."
The negotiator pushed up his non-existent glasses: "Let's establish a temporary charter first."
The soldier silently counted the bullets: "The regulations cannot protect against a rabbit three meters away."
Hacker Loli has hacked into the island's broadcast system: "Bad news, we are in the stomach of a certain creature."
The size here is random, time is cyclic, and teammates may suddenly understand the monster's language and start smiling.
The only thing that is certain is: every time you think you have mastered the rules, the rules modify themselves behind your back.
They thought they were escaping from an isolated island.
Later I discovered that what I wanted to escape was myself who was gradually assimilated by the abyss.
Only later did I realize that once you start staring, you can never look away.
Welcome to the new world 0089, please stay sane, if you still have any.
