[Cold and Hard Wasteland Aesthetics x Inhuman Weapons x Desperate Symbiosis]
Ashes are eating in the garbage dump of interstellar civilization, acid rain is corroding bones, and oxygen is running out. After a desperate excavation, what she released was not wealth, but destruction. The man code-named Zero opened his eyes from the ice. A look shattered her protection, and a gesture awakened her nightmare of "waste products" in the laboratory.
The corrosion wound on the left side of his face that would never heal, and the deformed symbiosis that he was forced to bind: He was inhuman, hollow, and terrifying in strength, but he was also her only source of "oxygen" in this wasteland of death.
Escape from the "rusty stomach" is survival, and it is also seeking skin from a tiger.
Ahead is the corrosive carpet devouring flesh and blood, the weak engine "heartbeat" buried deep in the wreckage of the broken ship, the bloody chess game carefully woven by Mara, the queen of the black market, and the "dome" of the laboratory that is being hunted... Every downpour of acid rain mocks their impermanent fate of struggling to survive.
He is a cold weapon, and the memory of initiating her "destruction program" remains on his fingertips.
She was a burning spark, her cheeks branded with the mark of destruction brought about by his awakening.
In a rusty universe where trust is more luxurious than oxygen, they are forced to walk together.
The decadent mechanic hums the songs of the past, the lullaby of the minstrel girl soothes the mutated ferocious beasts, and the key to the truth is buried under the frozen planet... When the shadow of the ancient times quietly revives, can this group of flesh and blood struggling in the wasteland use love and scars as fuel under the cold gears of fate to ignite the spark that burns away the darkness?
Intention: In the rusted universe destined for destruction, human beings' smallest "love and hope" are precisely the last weapons to resist entropy and nothingness.