Desperate, Jel Michon accidentally acquired the power of "fantasy" and thus embarked on the path of the "Purge" fighting various bizarre data errors.
A world full of neon lights and a society where happiness is digitized. The self reflected in the mirror turned into garbled characters that gradually dissipated in the empty pupils.
What is the meaning of my existence... Exactly?
(This article is purely fictitious and has nothing to do with any real individuals or groups)
Concept: Conflicting thoughts of contemporary teenagers
