I am the most savvy dealer in the black market of memories, specializing in stealing the privacy of rich people and selling them at high prices.
>One day a forbidden "creation memory" was stolen, revealing that the city was built by seven major criminal groups.
>What's even more terrifying is that the founder of the group in my memory when he was young actually looks exactly like me.
>I played this memory as a weapon as the city hunted me.
>All the prosthetic transformers were instantly paralyzed, and the city fell into darkness.
>The holographic projection of the founder applauded in front of me: "Congratulations on passing the inheritance test."
>He smiled and said: "Now, please kill your lover."
Intention: Everyone is evil