When he was eight years old, a massacre occurred in the church in the town. Nineteen believers fell in a pool of blood. Father John committed suicide after shouting "God does not exist" three times. I was the twentieth person who should have died, but survived. The boy sitting to my right was the only one who followed the gunman away without holding a gun. Sixteen years later, I became a lawyer, changed my name to Oliver, and tracked down the boy - Aiden Gray. A strange case of a girl cooking a baby, a photo of Aiden kissing her, and a corpse with a face burned by developer. I've been drafted into this game since I was eight years old. And I still don't know why he chose me.
