I took on the identity of a deceased person and lived between three dangerous men——
The reporter who saved me, the colleague who went crazy, the secret admirer who controlled everything.
I feel them
Everyone says they love me, everyone wants to take advantage of me
But not only do I have no memory of my original body, I don't even have any memory of myself.
Who am I?
Or... Am I not a human being at all?
Concept: Between the code and the deep sea, when memory becomes a commodity and love can be tampered with, two souls abandoned by the world prove with cross-racial protection that the warmest part of human nature can never be quantified by data.
