Ewell Club

When survival becomes a luxury, when desire grows fangs, there is always someone knocking on the door hidden in the folds of the world - there is no redemption behind the door, only a transaction of exchanging "the most precious thing" for the "most urgent need". Some people exchange ten years of life for a ticket to escape the war, some exchange children's laughter for medicine to resist the plague, some exchange the last bit of kindness in their hearts for a shortcut to promotion, and some exchange forgetting their loved ones for a moment of relief. The transaction is never forced, but the handwriting on the contract is filled with the warmth of blood: every bit of "hope" you get is marked with the weight of the "price" in the dark. "Then, when fate puts a knife on your neck, distinguished guest, what are you willing to do in exchange for a chance to live?"