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Welcome to Olathe, a world that treats human hearts as trophies. It won't give you a heroic script, only blood, dust, and a gradually peeling moral bottom line. You are no longer a player, but a prey - in the hoarse wind and twisted ruins, you will gradually realize that kindness is never rewarded.
Choices are not just game mechanics, but more like a contract from hell. Spare your teammates' lives? The price is your flesh and blood. Hesitate for a second? Maybe their screams will become background sound effects. And you have to keep going, dragging your unhealed body and heart.
The visual aesthetics hide the remnants of disordered civilization. Every road and every stop will encounter a new form of despair. The enemy may not always use a knife, sometimes just a smile can wake you up repeatedly at night.
This is not survival in the end of the world, but the psychological ransom paid for living. You have to tear off your disguise with your own hands, learn to use fear, endure shame, and then face the monster in the mirror calmly. Because only monsters can survive here.