Advent of the Three Calamities

Emotions consume like an addiction—each one pulls you deeper, and resisting becomes impossible once you've tasted their intoxicating power. For me, surrender was inevitable.

Death should have been my end. Instead, I woke in a world I didn't recognize, thrust into a game I'd never played as a character I didn't know. Every step threatens to swallow me whole. The rules are alien. The stakes are real. And the most terrifying question remains unanswered: who am I in this twisted reality?

Survival means understanding the game before it devours me. But with each passing moment, the lines between player and character blur—and I'm not sure which side of the equation I actually stand on anymore.