Weird Beautician

Everything in the world operates according to its "rules". Ordinary people can't see or touch them, but they are real - just like gravity, you don't need to believe in it, it still presses you to the ground. But in some special gaps, the rules will "reveal". When there is a crack in the identity of an inhuman thing, when a causal entanglement reaches an extreme, when a certain obsession is so strong that it distorts reality - "conspiracy" will be born. The Artifact is not a curse, but a self-sustaining contract for survival. It protects and binds the bearer. The consequence of violating the rules is not punishment, but collapse - everything the bearer has carefully maintained (human form, memory, existence itself) will instantly disintegrate.