On the day I was discharged from the hospital, my mother turned around and asked me at a red light: "Do you want to die?"
Then the truck shattered our routine.
When I woke up again, I became a high school student being hunted by gods.
A purple-haired woman said I had "necessary value"; a fox demon boy called me "wife".
And inside my best friend lives something that wants my life.
The memory fragments told me: I was once a god, but I participated in the destruction of the person who created this world.
Now, they want me to go back, to the god in white who was betrayed by me.
Who should I trust?
The former colleague who saved me from nightmares many times?
Is it the old lover who has been waiting for thousands of years and is as gentle as ever?
Or is it the one... Who weaves the whole world for me and is waiting for my return - the "Rebel God"?
Concept: Life is as weird as a dream
