Desire Game Grand Prix

When he woke up, there was a mark on the palm of his right hand. There was an unknown token in his pocket. Everyone on the subway stood still for a second. The street signs turned into words he couldn't read. A man in an old jacket squatting on the roadside said to him: You are no longer in the original world. He thought it was just an accident. Until he saw a man lying on the side of the road, holding a bloody token in his hand. He took out his own, and there was a scratch on the back, exactly the same as the space on the deceased's token. A notification lights up on your phone: Your token has been activated. The first round of assessment will be completed within seventy-two hours. Failure to do so will be deemed as abandonment. The game has begun. He doesn't remember how the tokens came about. The man in the gray sweatshirt has been following him since early morning, not talking, not approaching, and not leaving - like a running code, confirming that he is still alive. He doesn't know the rules, he doesn't know who his opponent is, and he doesn't know what will happen if he wins. He only knows one thing: He doesn't remember how he got the token. This question will take him to the core of the system, to countless rounds of games, to the end point that he once won but completely forgot about. He won once. He just forgot. The wish has come true. He is living in the world that comes with wishes. But he couldn't remember what he had changed. The price is not to lose, but to forget what you have paid for it after you get it. Now, he was at the starting point again. He wants answers. Even if the price is forgetting again.