The Long Night Has No Crown, and the Stars Shine Brightly

There is a monster in this world that feeds on desire. They are called "sex beasts". When the beast tide strikes, every base city becomes an island of stars. Should we cut off our desires to cut off the tide of beasts, or should we accept this shadow as the price of survival? The long night has not yet come, but the stars are already shining brightly. In this world ruled by laws and gnawed by desire, every kind of existence is an alternative interpretation of light. Under the glow, humans and animals are all fighting for survival. Whose light shines far? Whose shadow can be swallowed up?