On one side is a happy residential area like Utopia, and on the other side is the cold underground SART institute. The warm welfare institution and pharmaceutical company connect the four in a closed loop. I thought that the campus could provide shelter after escaping from the institute, but I didn't know that the hunter's eyes and a familiar yet unfamiliar face were staring at me. (There is a small problem with the tag, it is not StarCraft, thank you)
Concept: Memories will be deleted, but traces will not