One day during the winter vacation, I was drawn into a rules game called [Code of Trace Erasure].
There is only one rule: erase all traces of your friends.
I started to clean up all the traces of warmth in the room.
But the more I hide, the more they come after me.
It seemed like something was forcing me to destroy the warmest memories with my own hands.
I must do it before dawn.
Otherwise, I will forever lose my ability to "remember".
Intention: Make your own choice between cold rules and inner emotions.