I woke up with a bomb strapped to my neck—a metal collar ready to blow.In this "Atonement Castle," if the monsters didn't eat, we died.The others offered meat to survive, but they all triggered the traps and perished.They didn't realize the monsters craved greed, fear, and betrayal—not flesh.As a magician, I saw through the lies, crushed the traitors, and survived.I thought I won my freedom, but I walked into a $90-million debt of sin.I looked up at the masked spectators, laughing as us die for sport.I gripped my scalpel and stepped into the next killing field.You want to judge me? Let's see who the real prey is.
