The endless process of collecting a monstrous mosaic out of fragments of countless realities—this is the mechanism of the Hive’s existence. A world where, among the thousand newcomers who enter it, only units are lucky enough to become immune. Potential food for those who weren’t so fortunate. And if, when you’re handed over, you get a trump card, that doesn’t mean you’ll win the game. Absolutely nothing it means. The Hive has its own deck. And its own crazy rules. Plus, they change at every step. Playing by them means becoming as insane as this world…