Where the system watches over everything, and it is populated by bloodthirsty technovarvares—and even death does not become an end to the journey. Your matrix imprint will be printed again in a new body, erasing your memory in the process, and sending you back into an endless cycle of hell.
There is no place for mercy here—only steel, blood, and the eternal hunt for resources. Nothing matters more than the system’s rules. The strong are forced to survive, while the weak are turned into maimed “hedgehogs,” doomed for decades to serve, having neither will nor mind—only a personal number stamped on an onyx mask.