We are a group of "lucky ones" selected by the rules, traveling through bizarre worlds.
The rule says: follow it and you will survive.
But we have discovered that only by overthrowing it can we win real victory.
When trust becomes a luxury, we become each other's strongest support.
Who is the real banker behind this game in which life is a bet?
And is our behavior of tearing up the rules expected by another law?
Intention: Break the arranged destiny. Even if resistance itself is a shackle, I still choose to define my own "victory".