Lin Shen can see the things clinging to people: parasites formed when emotions rot.
He makes a living by peeling these things off, keeping a low profile for twenty-four years, until a man with no "Domain" walks into a convenience store.
No Domain, chains, the smell of rust, the Eye-Eroded.
A white-clad phantom on an abandoned rooftop weaves a web of chains over the entire city, awakening every out-of-control emotional monster.
Lin Shen only wanted a quiet life, but now he has stepped into a trap that was laid for him long ago.
This time, he is no longer a bystander. He is part of the game.
