A seemingly endless forest... Weird stone doors everywhere... Death threats that need to be faced all the time... An unforeseeable and slim future...
This forest is the prison of God, and the lost traveler crawls and wallows in the mire of blood for that slim ray of hope.
Within the stone gate, is there hope for survival? Or the fear of death?
The deepest laws of survival in nature are hidden in God's cage.
The law of the jungle is no longer the only criterion. Which end will the gods' balance lean towards?
Welcome to enter this forest cage.
Intention: The chance of survival is only in your own hands
