We looked at each other from a distance through the dark crowd, and we seemed to have known each other, but we didn't know each other. We are like familiar strangers.
In order to stay alive, I came to this game. Bizarre and strange things filled this place. We believe in gods, but we hate them.
Death is in the air, devouring everyone's life. The god of death wanders in the sky, telling people about bliss.
What will happen when the fog is lifted?
"Welcome to the global high-mortality game, this is venue 001 in China."
Intention: Brave, can get rid of everything.