Pulled into an infinite game called the Shredding Trial, every bunker and every game contains written rules that tamper with life and death.
In the nine-man wolf and sheep game, I drew the only wolf card in the game. I had the authority to kill people at night. I should have been in control of the overall situation. But the moment I read the rules carefully, a biting chill penetrated my spine.
The story must be distinguished between true and false. Voting is execution. The knight made a mistake with his sword and died on the spot.
That iron rule that limits everyone is a trap from the beginning.
A copy is a dead end, every card has a scam written on it, and I want to expose the real secret behind the game in countless trials.
