Coder

I was bound to a keyboard that could rewrite reality, but I was told by the company that the world was a program, and my job was to repair the logical black holes that made people disappear in the "dead code area". Until I was there and saw another me writing a death log for myself. The technical director patted me and said, "Welcome to join, we are 'Walkers'. Your predecessor is permanently annotated in this dead code." Now, my work badge photo is gradually becoming that "me". The keyboard is my sacrifice and the code is my prayer. In this city woven of lies, I want to walk among all the fatal bugs and find the only save point that can be rolled back before the world collapses.