At eleven o'clock in the evening, I pushed open a door that I shouldn't have opened and was pulled into a strange story about rules.
In the dungeon, the rules want me to die, and my teammates want me to carry them. Only a black mist of unknown origin always supports my pen at critical moments.
Later I discovered that it changed the rules to save me, not because I was the "Chosen One"
It has been waiting under the Black Mountain for ten thousand years, and I am the one waiting.
Strange rules + metaphysics to break the game + two strong male protagonists, 1v1, HE
