My name is Song Zhong, and I thought I was dead.
When I opened my eyes again, I was on an island shrouded in a blood moon. This is not the gift of regeneration.
They say that everyone here is prey, and only the weird can be a hunter.
But I soon discovered that I didn't seem to be born into the prey camp.
While others were shaking in fear, I was laughing.
While others were desperately trying to avoid the strangeness, I felt a hunger I had never experienced before.
This world is a feast.
Shhh—did you hear that?
The prey is on the run and the hunter is in pursuit.
And we must chew up and swallow the rules of this game one bite at a time.
Stay hungry and start hunting now.
