The classmates are disappearing one by one.
Not transferring schools, not leaving, but being completely erased from the world.
No one remembers them, they're not in the pictures, they're not on the roster,
Even the people closest to me are telling me with the same empty eyes:
You're crazy, these people never existed.
In order not to become the next person to disappear, I jumped from the roof.
I thought it was relief.
But I'm not dead.
I fell into a strange world made of cold blocks.
There is a school here that is exactly like reality,
There are familiar classrooms, familiar faces, and familiar daily routines.
But everyone here is acting.
They smile, they talk, they teach,
But no soul is real.
What's even more terrifying is——
I'm not the only one awake.
In this fake campus,
There were two other people who were just as normal as me.
Who are we?
Why are you trapped here?
What kind of truth is hidden at the end of this building block campus?
Where did those classmates who disappeared go?
How can we return to reality alive?
This is not rebirth.
This is a death cycle from which there is no escape.
And we are the only three real chess pieces left in this scam.
Intention: What we are escaping from is not the campus, but the tampered world;
What we keep is not the memory, but the reality that refuses to disappear.