Synopsis:
The game Trace vanished without a trace for ten years. News of its return with a new update sent shock waves through its longtime players.
On the day of the update, countless new and returning players were pulled back into the game.
[Welcome back to the game.]
[We hope you all have another enjoyable experience.]
A cable car line with no return, a school carnival night accompanied by death, an exam where failing means you die, a hospital that doesn't treat patients...
The game's difficulty skyrockets, and the nightmare from ten years ago begins again.
Players who die in a game instance also vanish without a trace in the real world.
Then one day, a post on the Trace Death Game forum went viral.
#A Team of Big Shots Made Up of the Old, the Weak, the Sick, and the Disabled!#
Other new and returning players: Huh???
A few players hide in a safe house on an abandoned rooftop.
Outside the safe house, a man in a hospital gown taunts a skeleton soldier while spitting up blood.
Player: Guys, does anyone get it? I feel like he's about to kick the bucket any second.
At a negotiating table made of piled-up skeletons on the rooftop,
A woman in her fifties swings an iron rod, smashing four skeletons that try to approach.
A little boy eating a lollipop doesn't even look down as he removes his mechanical leg and smashes the skeleton trying to reassemble itself under the table.
He says impatiently,
